UNIVERSITY  OF  CALIFORNIA 
AT   LOS  ANGELES 


THE  GIFT  OF 

MAY  TREAT  MORRISON 

IN  MEMORY  OF 

ALEXANDER  F  MORRISON 


LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE. 


looking  at  the  great  big  globe  that  Uncle  Joe  said  I  might  touch,"  said  Lucy. 


FJCTinDED  BY 

L.    FROLICH, 

AMD   NARRATED   BY 

CHARLOTTE    M.     YONGE 

i* 

AOTHOK  Or  "  THE  HEIR  OF  KBDCLTFTK." 


*  Ymtng  fingers  idly  rtX 

The  mimic  earth,  or  tract, 
In  ficture  bright  ef  live  and  gold, 
Tkt  orbs  that  round  the  sky's  deep  fold 
Each  ethtr  circling  cAate."—KMmLM, 


NEW  EDITION 


fork 
THE   MACMILLAN   COMPANY 

LONDON:  MACMILLAN  &  CO.,  LTD. 
1906 


New  edition  September,  1906. 


CONTENTS. 

CHAPTER  L 


MOTHHL  BUNCH 


CHAPTER  II. 

VISITORS  FROM  THE  SOUTH  SEAS.          •         •         »         •         •     14 

CHAPTER  IU 

ITALY .         ,         .          r     36 

=  CHAPTER  IV. 

GREENLAND  .         .         .         .         .         ,         ,          ,        *,        a     43 

z  CHAPTER  V. 

O 

TYROL •         .  <*«5° 

8 

O  CHAPTER  VL 

i 

.  AFRICA  ••••«••  •         3        *»    57 

u. 

4  CHAPTER  VIl 

^  LAPLANDXXS ^         j.        «        •    63 

g  CHAPTER  VIII. 

|«  CHINA    .•.....••••7° 

9 


^AllSCHATKA  >         •         .          ,         •         •         •     79 


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CONTENTS!. 


CHAPTER  X. 
THX  TUXK      .         •         •  .         . 

CHAPTER  XL 

SWITZERLAND .      96 

CHAPTER  XII. 

THE  COSSACK 102 

CHAPTER  XIIL 

SPAIN     . .         .          .    108 

CHAPTER  XIV. 

GERMANY 114 

CHAPTER  XV. 

PARIS  IN  THX  SIKQK      •         •••••,,   ISO 

CHAPTER  XVL 

THX  AMERICAN  QUEST  .  .          ....    1*6 

CHAPTER  XVIL 

DREAM  Of  ALL  NATIONS  .         .         .         .         ,  I 


LIST  OF  ILLUSTRATIONS. 


JOE  SAID  I  MIGHT  TOUCH,"  SAID  LUCY  Front. 

"  DO  PLEASE  SIT  DOWN,   THERE'S  /    GOOD  MOTHER  BUNCH, 

AND  TELL  ME  ALL  ABOUT  THEft  ?"         .          .          .  '19 

LUCY  HAD  A  GREAT  SNEEZING  FIT,  A  ID  WHEN  SHE  LOOKED 
AGAIN  INTO  THE  SMOKE,  WHAT  DID  SHE  SEE  BUT  TWO 
LITTLE  BLACK  FIGURES! 33 

•'I'M  SO  GLAD  TO  SEE  YOU  :  HUSH,  DON  !  DON'T  BARK  SO '    26 
"l  CAN  EAT  MUCH  BETTER  WITHOUT,"  SAID  LAYO   .  31 

> ,AVO  HAD  CLIMBED  UP  THE  SIDE  OF  THE  DOOR,  AND  WAS 
SITTING  ASTRIDE  ON  THE  TOP  OF  IT  .  .  .34 

"AH!  CECCO,  CECCO!"  CRIED  THE  LITTLK  GIRL,  PAUSING 
AS  SHE  BEAT  HER  TAMBOUR  NE  .  .  .  .  .39 

"IS  THAT  THE  WAY  YOU  GET  FISH?'  SHE  ASKKD  .   46 


LIST  OF  ILLUSTRATIONS. 


PACK 
"  HELP  ME  :  I'M  AFRAID,"  SAID  LUCY  .          .          .          •     53 

HARK  I  THERE'S  A  CRY,  AND  OUT  JUMPS  A  LITTLE  BLACK 

FIGURE,    WITH  A  STOUT  CLUB  IN  HIS  HAND  .          .      59 

AND  HERE  BESIDE  HER  WAS  A  LITTLE  FELLOW  WITH  A 
BOW  AND  ARROWS  SUCH  AS  SHE  HAD  NEVER  SEEN 
BEFORE 65 

"IS  IT  MOT  GOOD?"  SAID  THE  LITTLE  HOSTESS  .          .     ft 

WHISKING  OVER    THE    SNOW,   WITH    ALL  HER  MIGHT  AND 

MAIN,   MUFFLED  UP  IN  CLOAKS  AND  FURS    .  .78 

"  MARRIXD  1  OH  NO,   YOU  ARK  JOKING "        .         .          .          .87 

"I  WILL  SHOW  YOU  WHERE  YOU  LITE— THIS  IS  CONSTAN- 
TINOPLE" .........  93 

"I  CUT  IT  OUT  WITH  MY  KNIFKJ  ALL  MYSELF  '         .          .99 

WHILE  HE  JERKED  OUT  HIS    ARMS    AND  LEGS   AS  IF  THEY 

WERE  PULLED  BY  STRINGS     ......   IOJ 

"SEE  NOW,"  CRIED  THE    SPANIARD;   "STAND  THERE!   AH  1 

HAVE  YOU  NO  CASTANETS?' Ill 

"WHAT  ARK  YOU  ABOUT,   LITTLE  BOY?"    ....  115 


LIST  OF  ILLUSTRATIONS. 


PAGE 

"AH!   MADEMOISELLE,    GOOD    MORNING;    ARE    YOU    COUK 

HERE  TO  TAKE  SHELTER   FROM   THE  SHELLS?"      .  .    122 

"WHAT  CAN  THAT  BE,  COMING  AT  THIS  TIME  OF  DAY?"  uy 

"GOOD  MORNING,   WHERE  DO  YOU   COME  FROM?"       .          .    IJO 
OB  !  SUCH  A  TOM  ......   1 16 


LITTLE    LUCY'S 
WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

CHAPTER  L 

MOTHER     BUNCH. 

THERE  was  once  a  wonderful  fortnight  in 
little  Lucy's  life.  One  evening  she  went  to 
bed  very  tired  and  cross  and  hot,  and  in  the 
morning  when  she  looked  at  her  arms  and  legs 
they  were  all  covered  with  red  spots,  rather 
pretty  to  look  at,  only  they  were  dry  and 
prickly. 

Nurse  was  frightened  when  she  looked  at 
them.  She  turned  all  the  little  sisters  out  of 

*  B 


LITTLE  LUCVS  [CHAP. 


the  night  nursery,  covered  Lucy  up  close,  and 
ordered  , her  net  to ;  §ti>,  ^certainly  not  to  go  into 
her  bath.  Then  there  was  a  whispering  and  a 
runn&g^  itb'ut/  and.  Luc'y  was  half  alarmed,  but 
more  pleased  at  being  so  important,  for  she  did 
not  feel  at  all  ill,  and  quite  enjoyed  the  tea 
and  toast  that  Nurse  brought  up  to  her.  Just 
as  she  was  beginning  to  think  it  rather  tiresome 
to  lie  there  with  nothing  to  do,  except  to  watch 
the  flies  buzzing  about,  there  was  a  step  on  the 
stairs  and  up  came  the  doctor.  He  was  an  old 
friend,  very  good-natured,  and  he  made  fun  with 
Lucy  about  having  turned  into  a  spotted  leopard, 
just  like  the  cowry  shell  on  Mrs.  Bunker's 
mantelpiece.  Indeed,  he  said  he  thought  she 
was  such  a  curiosity  that  Mrs.  Bunker  would 
come  for  her  and  set  her  up  in  the  museum, 
and  then  he  went  away.  Suppose,  oh,  suppose 
she  did  I 

Mrs.  Bunker,  or  Mother  Bunch,  as  Lucy  and 
her  brothers  and  sisters  called  her,  was  house- 
keeper to  their  Uncle  Joseph.  He  was  really 


I.]  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.  3 

their  great  uncle,  and  they  thought  him  any 
age  you  can  imagine.  They  would  not  have 
been  much  surprised  to  hear  that  he  had  sailed 
with  Christopher  Columbus,  though  he  was  a 
strong,  hale,  active  man,  much  less  easily  tired 
than  their  own  papa.  He  had  been  a  ship's 
surgeon  in  his  younger  days,  and  had  sailed  all 
over  the  world,  and  collected  all  sorts  of  curious 
things,  besides  which  he  was  a  very  wise  and 
learned  man,  and  had  made  some  great  dis- 
covery. It  was  not  America.  Lucy  knew  that 
her  elder  brother  understood  what  it  was,  but 
it  was  not  worth  troubling  her  head  about,  only 
somehow  it  made  ships  go  safer,  and  so  he 
had  had  a  pension  given  him  as  a  reward;  and 
had  come  home  and  bought  a  house  about  a 
mile  out  of  the  town,  and  built  up  a  high  room 
to  look  at  the  stars  from  with  his  telescope,  and 
another  to  try  his  experiments  in,  and  a  long 
one  besides  for  his  museum ;  yet,  after  all,  he 
was  not  much  there,  for  whenever  there  was 
anything  wonderful  to  be  seen,  he  always  went 

B    2 


LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAP. 


off  to  look  at  it  and ;  whenever  there  was  a 
meeting  of  learned  men — scientific  men  was  the 
right  word — they  always  wanted  him  to  help 
them  make  speeches  and  show  wonders.  He 
was  away  now:  he  had  gone  away  to  wear  a 
red  cross  on  his  arm,  and  help  to  take  care  of 
the  wounded  in  the  sad  war  between  the  French 
and  Germans. 

But  he  had  left  Mother  Bunch  behind  him. 
Nobody  knew  exactly  what  was  Mrs.  Bunker's 
nation,  indeed  she  could  hardly  be  said  to  have 
had  any,  for  she  had  been  born  at  sea,  and  had 
been  a  sailor's  wife ;  but  whether  she  was  mostly 
English,  Dutch,  or  Danish,  nobody  knew  and 
nobody  cared.  Her  husband  had  been  lost  at 
sea,  and  Uncle  Joseph  had  taken  her  to  look 
after  his  house,  and  always  said  she  was  the 
only  woman  who  had  sense  and  discretion 
enough  ever  to  go  into  his  laboratory  or  dust 
his  museum. 

She  was  very  kind  and  good-natured,  and 
there  was  nothing  that  the  children  liked  better 


I.]  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.  J 

than  a  walk  to  Uncle  Joseph's,  and,  after  a 
game  at  play  in  the  garden,  a  tea-drinking  with 
her — such  quantities  of  sugar  !  such  curious  cakes 
made  in  the  fashion  of  different  countries  I  such 
funny  preserves  from  all  parts  of  the  world ! 
and  more  delightful  to  people  who  considered 
that  looking  and  hearing  was  better  sport  than 
eating,  and  that  the  tongue  is  not  only  meant 
to  taste  with,  such  cupboards  and  drawers  full 
of  wonderful  things,  such  stories  about  them ! 
The  lesser  ones  liked  Mrs.  Bunker's  room  better 
than  Uncle  Joseph's  museum,  where  there  were 
some  big  stuffed  beasts  with  glaring  eyes  that 
frightened  them,  and  they  had  to  walk  round 
with  hands  behind,  that  they  might  not  touch 
anything,  or  else  their  uncle's  voice  was  sure 
to  call  out  gruffly,  "Paws  off  I" 

Mrs.  Bunker  was  not  a  bit  like  the  smart 
housekeepers  at  other  houses.  To  be  sure,  on 
Sundays  she  came  out  in  a  black  silk  gown 
with  a  little  flounce  at  the  bottom,  a  scarlet 
China  crape  shawl  with  a  blue  dragon  upon  it 


6  LITTLE  LUCYS  [CHAP 

— his  wings  over  her  back,  and  a  claw  over 
each  shoulder,  so  that  whoever  sat  behind  her 
in  church  was  terribly  distracted  by  trying  to 
see  the  rest  of  him — and  a  very  big  yellow 
Tuscan  bonnet,  trimmed  with  sailor's  blue  ribbon  ; 
but  in  the  week  and  about  the  house  she  wore 
a  green  stuff,  with  a  brown  holland  apron  and 
bib  over  it,  quite  straight  all  the  way  down,  for 
she  had  no  particular  waist,  and  her  hair,  which 
was  of  a  funny  kind  of  flaxen  grey,  she  bundled 
up  and  tied  round,  without  any  cap  or  anything 
else  on  her  head.  One  of  the  little  boys  had 
once  called  her  Mother  Bunch,  because  of  her 
stories;  and  the  name  fitted  her  so  well  that 
the  whole  family,  and  even  her  master,  took 
it  up. 

Lucy  was  very  fond  of  her ;  but  when  about 
an  hour  after  the  doctor's  visit  she  was  waked 
by  a  rustling  and  a  lumbering  on  the  stairs,  and 
presently  the  door  opened,  and  the  second  best  big 
bonnet — the  go-to-market  bonnet  with  the  turned 
ribbons — came  into  the  room  with  Mother 


L]  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.  7 

Bunch's  face  under  it,  and  the  good-natured  voice 
told  her  she  was  to  be  carried  to  Uncle  Joseph's 
and  have  oranges  and  tamarinds,  she  did  begin 
to  feel  like  the  spotted  cowry,  to  think  about 
being  set  on  the  chimney-piece,  to  cry,  and  say 
she  wanted  Mamma. 

The  Nurse  and  Mother  Bunch  began  to  com- 
fort her,  and  explain  that  the  doctor  thought 
she  had  the  scarlatina ;  not  at  all  badly ;  but 
that  if  any  of  the  others  caught  it,  nobody  could 
guess  how  bad  they  would  be  ;  especially 
Mamma,  who  had  just  been  ill ;  and  so  she  was 
to  be  rolled  up  in  her  blankets,  and  put  into  a 
carriage,  and  taken  to  her  uncle's ;  and  there  she 
would  stay  till  she  was  not  only  well,  but  could 
safely  come  home  without  carrying  infection 
about  with  her. 

Lucy  was  a  good  little  girl,  and  knew  that 
she  must  bear  it;  so,  though  she  could  not 
help  crying  a  little  when  she  found  she  must 
not  kiss  any  one,  nay  not  even  see  them,  and 
that  nobody  might  go  with  her  but  Lonicera, 


8  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAP. 

her  own  washing  doll,  she  made  up  her  mind 
bravely ;  and  she  was  a  good  deal  cheered  when 
Clare,  the  biggest  and  best  of  all  the  dolls,  was 
sent  in  to  her,  with  all  her  clothes,  by  Maude, 
her  eldest  sister,  to  be  her  companion, — it  was 
such  an  honour  and  so  very  kind  of  Maude 
that  it  quite  warmed  the  sad  little  heart. 

So  Lucy  had  her  little  scarlet  flannel  dressing 
gown  on,  and  her  shoes  and  stockings,  and  a 
wonderful  old  knitted  hood  with  a  tippet  to  it, 
and  then  she  was  rolled  round  and  round  in 
all  her  bed-clothes,  and  Mrs.  Bunker  took  her 
up  like  a  very  big  baby,  not  letting  any  one 
else  touch  her.  How  Mrs.  Bunker  got  safe  down 
all  the  stairs  no  one  can  tell,  but  she  did,  and 
into  the  fly,  and  there  poor  little  Lucy  looked 
back  and  saw  at  the  windows  Mamma's  face, 
and  Papa's,  and  Maude's,  and  all  the  rest,  all 
nodding  and  smiling  to  her,  but  Maude  was 
crying  all  the  time,  and  perhaps  Mamma  was 
too. 

The    journey  seemed  very  long;    and    Lucy 


I.]  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  g 

was  really  tired  when  she  was  put  down  at  last 
in  a  big  bed,  nicely  warmed  for  her,  and  with 
a  bright  fire  in  the  room.  As  soon  as  she  had 
had  some  beef-tea,  she  went  off  soundly  to 
sleep,  and  only  woke  to  drink  tea,  and  administer 
supper  to  the  dolls,  ,and  put  them  to  sleep. 

The  next  evening  she  was  sitting  up  by  the 
fire,  and  on  the  fourth  day  she  was  running 
about  the  house  as  if  nothing  had  ever  been 
the  matter  with  her,  but  she  was  not  to  go 
home  for  a  fortnight;  and  being  wet,  cold,  dull 
weather,  it  was  not  always  easy  to  amuse 
herself.  She  had  her  dolls,  to  be  sure,  and 
the  little  dog  Don,  to  play  with,  and  sometimes 
Mrs.  Bunker  would  let  her  make  funny  things 
with  the  dough,  or  stone  the  raisins,  or  even 
help  make  a  pudding;  but  still  there  was  a 
good  deal  of  time  on  her  hands.  She  had  only 
two  books  with  her,  and  the  rash  had  made 
her  eyes  weak,  so  that  she  did  not  much  like 
reading  them.  The  notes  that  every  one  wrote 
from  home  were  quite  enough  for  her.  What 


10  LITTLE  LUCTS  [CHAP. 

she  liked  best — that  is,  when  Mrs.  Bunker  could 
not  attend  to  her — was  to  wander  about  the 
museum,  explaining  the  things  to  the  dolls : 
"  That  is  a  crocodile,  Lonicera ;  it  eats  people 
up,  and  has  a  little  bird  to  pick  its  teeth. 
Look,  Clare,  that  bony  thing  is  a  skeleton — 
the  skeleton  of  a  lizard.  Paws  off,  my  dear; 
mustn't  touch.  That's  amber,  just  like  barley 
sugar,  only  not  so  nice ;  people  make  necklaces 
of  it  There's  a  poor  little  dead  fly  inside. 
Those  are  the  dear  delightful  humming-birds ; 
look  at  their  crests,  just  like  Mamma's  jewels. 
See  the  shells;  aren't  they  beauties?  People 
get  pearls  out  of  those  great  flat  ones,  and  dive 
all  down  to  the  bottom  of  the  sea  after  them  ; 
mustn't  touch,  my  dear,  only  look  ;  paws  off." 

One  would  think  Clare's  curved  fingers  all  in 
one  piece,  and  Lonicera's  blue  leather  hands  had 
been  very  movable  and  mischievous,  judging  by 
the  number  of  times  this  warning  came ;  but  of 
course  it  was  Lucy  herself  who  wanted  it  most, 
for  her  own  little  plump,  pinky  hands  did  almost 


I.]  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  U 

tingle  to  handle  and  turn  round  those  pretty 
shells.  She  wanted  to  know  whether  the  amber 
tasted  like  barley-sugar  as  it  looked,  and  there 
was  a  little  musk  deer,  no  bigger  than  Don, 
whom  she  longed  to  stroke,  or  still  better  to  let 
Lonicera  ride ;  but  she  was  a  good  little  girl,  and 
had  real  sense  of  honour,  which  never  betrays  a 
trust,  so  she  never  laid  a  finger  on  anything  but 
what  Uncle  Joe  had  once  given  all  free  leave  to 
move. 

This  was  a  very  big  pair  of  globes — bigger 
than  globes  commonly  are  now,  and  with  more 
frames  round  them— one  great  flat  one,  with  odd 
names  painted  on  it,  and  another  brass  one, 
nearly  upright,  going  half-way  round  from  top 
to  bottom,  and  with  the  globe  hung  upon  it  by 
two  pins,  which  Lucy's  elder  sisters  called  the 
poles,  or  the  ends  of  the  axis.  The  huge  round 
balls  went  very  easily  with  a  slight  touch,  and 
there  was  something  very  charming  in  making 
them  go  whisk,  whisk,  whisk ;  now  faster,  now 
slower,  now  spinning  so  quickly  that  nothing  on 


12  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAP. 

them  could  be  seen,  now  turning  slowly  and 
gradually  over  and  showing  all  that  was  on 
them. 

The  mere  twirling  was  quite  enough  for  Lucy 
at  first,  but  soon  she  liked  to  look  at  what  was 
on  them.  One  she  thought  much  more  enter- 
taining than  the  other.  It  was  covered  with 
wonderful  creatures :  one  bear  was  fastened  by 
his  long  tail  to  the  pole ;  another  bigger  one 
was  trotting  round  ;  a  snake  was  coiling  about 
anywhere;  a  lady  stood  disconsolate  against  a 
rock ;  another  sat  in  a  chair ;  a  giant  sprawled 
with  a  club  in  one  hand  and  a  lion's  skin  in  the 
other ;  a  big  dog  and  a  little  dog  stood  on  their 
hind  legs;  a  lion  seemed  just  about  to  spring 
on  a  young  maiden's  head ;  and  all  were  thickly 
spotted  over,  just  as  if  they  had  Lucy's  rash, 
with  stars  big  and  little:  and  still  more 
strange,  her  brothers  declared  these  were  the 
stars  in  the  sky,  and  this  was  the  way  people 
found  their  road  at  sea ;  but  if  Lucy  asked  how, 
they  always  said  she  was  not  big  enough  to 


I.]  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.  IJ 

understand,  and  it  had  not  occurred  to  Lucy 
to  ask  whether  the  truth  was  not  that  they 
were  not  big  enough  to  explain. 

The  other  globe  was  all  in  pale  green,  with 
pink  and  yellow  outlines  on  it,  and  quantities 
of  names.  Lucy  had  had  to  learn  some  of 
these  names  for  her  geography,  and  she  did 
not  want  to  think  of  lessons  now,  so  she  rather 
kapt  out  of  the  way  of  looking  at  it  at  first, 
till  she  had  really  grown  tired  of  all  the  odd 
men  and  women  and  creatures  upon  the  celestial 
sphere;  but  by  and  by  she  began  to  roll  tht 
other  by  way  of  variety. 


LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAF. 


CHAPTER    II. 

VISITORS  FROM  THE  SOUTH  SEAS. 

"Miss  Lucy,  you're  as  quiet  as  a  mouse. 
Not  in  any  mischief?"  said  Mrs.  Bunker,  looking 
into  the  museum;  "why,  what  are  you  doing 
there?" 

"I'm  looking  at  the  great  big  globe,  that 
Uncle  Joe  said  I  might  touch,"  said  Lucy : 
"here  are  all  the  names  just  like  my  lesson 
book  at  home ;  Europe,  Asia,  Africa,  and 
America.'1 

"  Why,  bless  the  child  1  where  else  should 
they  be?  There  be  all  the  oceans  and  seas 
besides  that  I've  crossed  over,  many's  the  time, 


II.]  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  15 

with  poor  Ben  Bunker,  who  was  last  seen  off 
Cape  Hatteras." 

"  What,  all  these  great  green  places,  with 
Atlantic  and  Pacific  on  them  ;  you  don't  really 
mean  that  you've  sailed  over  them  1  I  should 
like  to  make  a  midge  do  it  in  a  husk  of  hemp- 
seed  !  How  could  you,  Mother  Bunch  ?  You 
are  not  small  enough." 

"  Ho  I  ho  1 "  said  the  housekeeper,  laughing  ; 
"does  the  child  think  I  sailed  on  that  very 
globe  there  ?  " 

"  I  know  one  learns  names,"  said  Lucy ;  "  but 
is  it  real?" 

"  Real  I  Why,  Missie,  don't  you  see  it's  a 
sort  of  a  picture  ?  There's  your  photograph 
now,  it's  not  as  big  as  you,  but  it  shows  you; 
and  so  a  chart,  or  a  map,  or  a  globe,  is  just 
a  picture  of  the  shapes  of  the  coast-line  of  the 
land  and  the  sea,  and  the  rivers  in  them,  and 
mountains,  and  the  like.  Look  you  here : " 
and  she  made  Lucy  stand  on  a  chair  and  look 
at  a  map  of  her  own  town  that  was  hanging 


1 6  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAF. 

against  the  wall,  showing  her  all  the  chief 
buildings,  the  churches,  streets,  the  town  hall, 
and  market  cross,  and  at  last  helping  her  to 
find  her  own  Papa's  house. 

When  Lucy  had  traced  all  the  corners  she 
had  to  turn  in  going  from  home  to  Uncle  Joe's, 
and  had  even  found  little  frizzles  for  the  five 
lime-trees  before  the  Vicarage,  she  understood 
that  the  map  was  a  small  picture  of  the 
situation  of  the  buildings  in  the  town,  and 
thought  she  could  find  her  way  to  some  new 
place,  suppose  she  studied  it  welL 

Then  Mrs.  Bunker  showed  her  a  big  map  of 
the  whole  country,  and  there  Lucy  found  the 
river,  and  the  roads,  and  the  names  of  the 
villages  near,  as  she  had  seen  or  heard  of 
them  ;  and  she  began  to  understand  that  a  map 
or  globe  really  brought  distant  places  into  an 
exceedingly  small  picture,  and  that  where  she 
saw  a  name  and  a  spot  she  was  to  think  of 
houses  and  churches;  that  a  branching  black 
line  was  a  flowing  river  full  of  water ;  a  curve 


"•  J  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  i-j 

in,  a  pretty  bay  shut  in  with  rocks  and  hills; 
a  point  jutting  out,  generally  a  steep  rock 
with  a  lighthouse  on  it. 

"And  all  these  places  are  countries,  Bunchey, 
are  they,  with  fields  and  houses  like  ours?" 

"Houses,  ay,  and  fields,  but  not  always  so 
very  like  ours,  Miss  Lucy." 

"And  are  there  little  children,  boys  and  girls, 
in  them  all?" 

"To  be  sure  there  are,  else  how  would  the 
world  go  on  ?  Why,  I've  seen  'em  by  swarms, 
white  or  brown  or  black,  running  down  to  the 
shore,  as  sure  as  the  vessel  cast  anchor;  and 
whatever  colour  they  were,  you  might  be  sure 
of  two  things,  Miss  Lucy,  that  they  were  all 
alike  in." 

"Oh,  what,  Mrs.  Bunker?" 

"Why,  in  plenty  of  noise  for  one,  and  the 
other  for  wanting  all  they  could  get  to  eat. 
But  they  were  little  darlings,  somt  of  them,  if 
I  only  could  have  got  at  them  to  make  them  a 
bit  nicer.  Some  of  them  looked  for  all  the 

C 


18        LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.      [CH.  11. 

world  like  the  little  bronze  images  Master  has 
got  in  the  museum,  brought  from  Italy,  and 
hadn't  a  rag  more  clothing  neither.  They  were 
in  India.  Dear,  dear,  to  see  them  tumble  about 
in  the  surf!" 

"  O,  what  fun !  what  fun !  I  wish  I  could  see 
them.  Suppose  I  could." 

"You  would  be  right  glad,  Missie,  I  can  tell 
you,  if  you  had  been  three  or  four  months 
aboard  with  nothing  but  dry  biscuits  and  salt 
junk,  and  may  be  a  tin  of  preserved  vegetables 
just  to  keep  it  wholesome,  to  see  the  black 
fellows  come  grinning  alongside  with  their  boats 
and  canoes  all  full  of  oranges  and  limes  and 
shaddocks  and  cocoa-nuts.  Doesn't  one's  mouth 
fairly  water  for  them?" 

"Do  please  sit  down,  there's  a  good  Mother 
Bunch,  and  tell  me  all  about  them?  Come, 
suppose  you  do." 

"Suppose  I  did,  Miss  Lucy,  and  where  would 
your  poor  uncle's  preserved  ginger  be,  that  no 
one  knows  from  real  West  Indian?" 


"  Do  please  sit  down,  there's  a  good  Mother  Bunch,  and  tell  me  all  about  them." 
s  1'age  18. 


CH.  ii.]    LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.          21 

"  Oh,  let  me  come  into  your  room,  and  you 
can  tell  me  all  the  time  you  are  doing  the 
ginger." 

"It  is  very  hot  there,  Missie." 

"That  will  be  more  like  some  of  the  places. 
I'll  suppose  I'm  there!  Look,  Mrs.  Bunker, 
here's  a  whole  green  sea,  all  over  the  tiniest 
little  dots.  There  can't  be  people  in  them." 

"  Dots  ?  You'd  hardly  see  all  over  one  of  those 
dots  if  you  were  in  one.  That's  the  South  Sea 
Miss  Lucy,  and  those  are  the  loveliest  isles, 
except,  may  be,  the  West  Indies,  that  ever  I 


saw." 


"Tell  me  about  them,  please,"  entreated  Lacy 
"Here's  one;  its  name  is — is  Ysabel — such  a 
little  wee  one.** 

"I  can't  tell  you  much  of  those  South  Sea 
Isles,  Missie,  being  that  I  only  made  one 
voyage  among  them,  when  Bunker  chartered  the 
Penguin  for  the  sandal-wood  trade;  and  we  did 
not  touch  at  many,  being  that  the  natives  were 
fierce  and  savage,  and  made  nothing  of  coming 


it          LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.    [CH.  II. 

down  with  arrows  and  spears  at  a  boat's  crew. 
So  we  only  went  to  such  islands  as  the  mission- 
aries had  been  at,  and  got  the  people  to  be 
more  civil  and  conformable." 

"Tell  me  all  about  it,"  said  Lucy,  following 
the  old  woman  hither  and  thither  as  she  bustled 
about,  talking  all  the  time,  and  stirring  her  pan 
of  ginger  over  the  hot  plate. 

How  it  happened,  it  is  not  easy  to  3ay ;  the 
room  was  very  warm,  and  Mother  Bunch  went 
on  talking  as  she  stirred,  and  a  steam  rose  up, 
and  by  and  by  it  seemed  to  Lucy  that  she  had 
a  great  sneezing  fit,  and  when  she  looked  again 
into  the  smoke,  what  did  she  see  but  two  little 
black  figures,  faces,  heads,  and  feet  all  black, 
but  with  an  odd  sort  of  white  garment  round 
their  waists,  and  some  fine  red  and  green 
feathers  sticking  out  of  their  woolly  heads. 

"  Mrs.  Bunker,  Mrs.  Bunker,"  she  cried,  "  what's 
this?  who  are  these  ugly  figures?" 

"  Ugly ! "  said  the  foremost ;  and  though  it 
must  have  been  some  strange  language,  it 


r 


Lucy  had  a  great  sneezing  fit,  and  when  she  looked  again  into  the  smoke,  what 
did  she  see  but  two  little  black  figures. 

Page  33. 


"  I  am  so  glad  to  see  you.     Hush,  Don  1  don't  bark  so  ! 


CM.  H.]   LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.          V) 

sounded  like  English  to  Lucy.  "Is  that  the 
way  little  white  girl  speaks  to  boy  and  girl  that 
have  come  all  the  way  from  Ysabel  to  see 
her?" 

"  Oh,  indeed  1  little  Ysabel  boy,  I  beg  your 
pardon.  I  didn't  know  you  were  real,  nor  that 
you  could  understand  me!  I  am  so  glad  to  see 
you.  Hush,  Don  !  don't  bark  so !  " 

"Pig,  pig,  I  never  heard  a  pig  squeak  like 
that,"  said  the  black  stranger. 

"  Pig !  It  is  a  little  dog.  Have  you  no  dogs 
in  your  country?" 

"Pigs  go  on  four  legs.     That  must  be  pig." 

"What,  you  have  nothing  that  goes  on  four 
legs  but  a  pig!  What  do  you  eat,  then,  besides 

Pig?" 

"Yams,  cocoa-nut,  fish — oh,  so  good,  and  put 

pig  into  hole  among  hot  stones,  make  a  fire 
over,  bake  so  nice!" 

"You  shall  have  some  of  my  tea  and  see  if 
that  is  as  nice,"  said  Lucy.  "What  a  funny 
dress  you  have;  what  is  it  made  of?" 


LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAr. 


"Tapa  cloth,"  said  the  little  girl,  "We  get 
the  bark  off  the  tree,  and  then  we  go  hammer, 
hammer,  thump,  thump,  till  all  the  hard  thick 
stuff  comes  off;"  and  Lucy,  looking  near,  saw 
that  the  substance  was  really  all  a  lacework  of 
fibre,  about  as  close  as  the  net  of  Nurse's  caps. 

"Is  that  all  your  clothes?"  she  asked. 

"  Yes,  till  I  am  a  warrior,"  said  the  boy ; 
"then  they  will  tattoo  my  forehead,  and  arms, 
and  breast,  and  legs.** 

"Tattoo!  what's  that?" 

"Make  little  holes,  and  lines  all  over  the  skin 
with  a  sharp  shell,  and  rub  in  juice  that  turns 
it  all  to  blue  and  purple  lines." 

"But  doesn't  it  hurt  dreadfully?"  asked  Lucy. 

"  Hurt  I  to  be  sure  it  does,  but  that  will  show 
that  I  am  brave.  When  Father  comes  home 
from  the  war,  he  paints  himself  white." 

"White!" 

"With  lime  made  by  burning  coral,  and  he 
jumps  and  dances  and  shouts :  I  shall  go  to 
the  war  one  of  these  days." 


n.]  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.  99 

"Oh  no,  don't!"  said  Lucy,  "it  is  horrid." 

The  boy  laughed,  but  the  little  girl  whispered, 
"Good  white  men  say  so.  Some  day  Lavo  will 
go  and  learn,  and  leave  off  fighting." 

Lavo  shook  his  head.  "No,  not  yet;  I  will 
be  brave  chief  and  warrior  first, — bring  home 
many  heads  of  enemies." 

"  I — I  think  it  nice  to  be  quiet,"  said  Lucy ; 
"and — and — won't  you  have  some  dinner?" 

"Have  you  baked  a  pig?"  asked  Lavo. 

"I  think  this  is  mutton,"  said  Lucy,  when 
the  dish  came  up, — "it  is  sheep's  flesh." 

Lavo  and  his  sister  had  no  notion  what  sheep 
were.  They  wanted  to  sit  cross-legged  on  the 
floor,  but  Lucy  made  each  of  them  sit  in  a 
chair  properly;  but  then  they  shocked  her  by 
picking  up  the  mutton-chops  and  stuffing  them 
into  their  mouths  with  their  fingers. 

"Look  here!"  and  she  showed  the  knives  and  forks. 

"  Oh  I "  cried  Lavo,  "  what  good  spikes  to 
catch  fish  with!  and  knife— knife— I'll  kill  foes! 
much  better  than  shell  knife." 


30        LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.      [CH.  U 

"And  I'll  dig  yams,"  said  the  sister. 

*  Oh  no ! "  entreated  Lucy,  "  we  have  spades 
to  dig  with,  soldiers  have  swords  to  fight  with, 
these  are  to  eat  with." 

"I  can  eat  much  better  without,"  said  Lavo, 
but  to  please  Lucy  his  sister  did  try ;  slashing 
hard  away  with  her  knife,  and  digging  her  fork 
straight  into  a  bit  of  meat.  Then  she  very 
nearly  ran  it  into  her  eye,  and  Lucy,  who 
knew  it  was  not  good  manners  to  laugh,  was 
very  near  choking  herself.  And  at  last,  saying 
the  knife  and  fork  were  "great  good — great 
good ;  but  none  for  eating,"  they  stuck  them 
through  the  great  tortoiseshell  rings  they  had 
in  their  ears  and  noses.  Lucy  was  distressed 
about  Uncle  Joseph's  knives  and  forks,  which 
she  knew  she  ought  not  to  give  away;  but 
while  she  was  looking  about  for  Mrs.  Bunker  to 
interfere,  Don  seemed  to  think  it  his  business, 
and  began  to  growl  and  fly  at  the  little  black 
legs. 

"  A  tree,  a  tree ! "  cried  the  Ysabelites,  "  where's 


I  can  eat  much  better  without,"  said  L.U.VO. 


Page  30. 


Lavo  had  climbed  up  the  side  <,f  the  door,  and  was  sitting  astride  on  the  top  of  it. 

Page  35. 


CH.  iij    LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.         35 

a  tree  ?"  and  while  they  spoke,  Lavo  had  climbed 
up  the  side  of  the  door,  and  was  sitting  astride  on 
the  top  of  it,  grinning  down  at  the  dog,  and  his 
sister  had  her  feet  on  the  lock,  going  up  after 
him. 

"  Tree  houses,"  they  cried ;  "  there  we  are  safe 
from  our  enemies." 

And  Lucy  found  rising  before  her,  instead  of 
her  own  nursery,  a  huge  tree,  on  the  top  of  a 
mound.1  Basket-work  had  been  woven  between 
the  branches  to  make  floors,  and  on  these  were 
huts  of  bamboo  cane ;  there  were  ladders  hanging 
down  made  of  strong  creepers  twisted  together, 
and  above  and  around  the  cries  of  cockatoos  and 
parrots  and  the  chirp  of  grasshoppers  rang  in  her 
ears.  She  laid  hold  of  the  ladder  of  creeping 
plants  and  began  to  climb,  but  soon  her  head 
swam,  she  grew  giddy,  and  called  out  to  Lavo 
to  help  her.  Then  suddenly  she  found  herself 
curled  up  in  Mrs.  Bunker's  big  beehive  chair, 
and  she  wondered  whether  she  had  been  asleep, 

1  See  the  Net,  June  i,  1867. 
D   2 


36  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAP 


CHAPTER  IIL 

ITALY. 

"SUPPOSE  and  suppose  I  could  have  such 
another  funny  dream,"  said  Lucy.  "  Mother 
Bunch,  have  you  ever  been  to  Italy  ? "  and  she 
put  her  finger  on  the  long  leg  and  foot,  kicking 
at  three-cornered  Sicily. 

"Yes,  Missie,  that  I  have;  come  out  of  this 
cold  room  and  I'll  tell  you." 

Lucy  was  soon  curled  in  her  chair;  but  no, 
she  wasn't !  she  was  under  such  a  blue,  blue 
sky,  as  she  had  never  dreamt  of:  clear  sharp 
purple  hills  rose  up  against  it.  There  was  a 
dear  rippling  little  fountain,  bursting  out  of  a 


HI.J  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  37 

rock,  carved  with  old,  old  carvings,  broken  now 
and  defaced,  but  shadowed  over  by  lovely 
maidenhair  fern  and  trailing  bindweed ;  and  in 
a  niche  above  a  little  roof,  sheltering  a  figure 
of  the  Blessed  Virgin.  Some  way  off  stood  a 
long  low  house  propped  up  against  the  rich 
yellow  stone  walls  and  pillars  of  another  old, 
old  building,  and  with  a  great  chestnut-tree 
shadowing  over  it.  It  had  a  balcony,  and  the 
gable  end  was  open,  and  full  of  big  yellow 
pumpkins  and  clusters  of  grapes  hung  up  to 
dry,  and  some  goats  were  feeding  round. 

Then  came  a  merry,  merry  voice  singing 
something  about  la  vendemmia ;  and  though 
Lucy  had  never  learnt  Italian,  her  wonderful 
dream  knowledge  made  her  sure  that  this 
meant  the  vintage,  the  grape-gathering;  and 
presently  there  came  along  a  little  girl  dancing 
and  beating  a  tambourine,  with  a  basket 
fastened  to  her  back,  filled  to  overflowing  with 
big,  beautiful  bunches  of  grapes:  and  a  whole 
party  of  other  children,  all  loaded  with  as  many 


439412 


•fB        LITTLE  LUCY'S   WONDERFUL   GLOBE.    [CH.  ir 

grapes  as  they  could  carry,  came  leaping  and 
singing  after  her;  their  black  hair  loose,  or 
sometimes  twisted  with  vine-leaves;  their  big 
black  eyes  dancing  with  merriment,  and  their 
bare  brown  legs  with  glee. 

"Ah!  Cecco,  Cecco!"  cried  the  little  girl, 
pausing  as  she  beat  her  tambourine,  "here's  a 
stranger  who  has  no  grapes ;  give  them  here ! " 

"But,"  said  Lucy,  "aren't  they  your  Mamma's 
grapes;  may  you  give  them  away?" 

"  Ah,  ah !  'tis  the  vendemmia  I  all  may  eat 
grapes;  as  much  as  they  will.  See,  there's  the 
vineyard." 

Lucy  saw  on  the  slope  of  the  hill  above  the 
cottage  long  poles  such  as  hops  grow  upon, 
and  vines  trained  about  hither  and  thither  in 
long  festoons,  with  leaves  growing  purple  with 
autumn,  and  clusters  hanging  down.  Men  in 
shady  battered  hats,  bright  sashes  and  braces, 
and  white  shirt  sleeves,  and  women  with  hand- 
kerchiefs folded  square  over  their  heads,  were 
cutting  the  grapes  down,  and  piling  them  up 


"Ah  I  Cecco,  Cecco  !  "  cried  the  litlle  girl,  pausing  as  she  beat  her  tambourine. 

Pag. *  38. 


CH.  HI.]  LITTLE  LUCY'S   WONDERFUL  GLOBE.       41 

in  baskets ;  and  a  low  cart  drawn  by  two 
mouse-coloured  oxen,  with  enormous  wide  horns 
and  gentle-looking  eyes,  was  waiting  to  be 
loaded  with  the  baskets. 

"To  the  wine-press  1  to  the  press!"  shouted 
the  children,  who  were  politeness  itself  and 
wanted  to  show  her  everything. 

The  wine-press  was  a  great  marble  trough 
with  pipes  leading  off  into  other  vessels  around. 
Into  it  went  the  grapes,  and  in  the  midst  were 
men  and  boys  and  little  children,  all  with  bare 
feet  and  legs  up  to  the  knees,  dancing  and 
leaping,  and  bounding  and  skipping  upon  the 
grapes,  while  the  red  juice  covered  their  brown 
skins. 

"  Come  in,  come  in ;  you  don't  know  how 
charming  it  is  I"  cried  Cecco.  "It  is  the  best 
time  of  all  the  year,  the  dear  vintage ;  come 
and  tread  the  grapes." 

"But  you  must  take  off  your  shoes  and 
stockings/'  said  his  sister,  Nunziata ;  "  we  never 
wear  them  but  on  Sundays  and  holidays." 


LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAP. 


Lucy  was  not  sure  that  she  might,  but  the 
children  looked  so  joyous,  and  it  seemed  to  be 
such  fun,  that  sht  began  fumbling  with  the 
buttons  of  her  boots,  and  while  she  was  doing 
it  she  opened  her  eyes,  and  found  that  her 
beautiful  bunch  of  grapes  was  only  the  cushion 
in  the  bottom  of  Bother  Bunch's  chair. 


IT.)  WONDERFUL    GLOBE.  43 


CHAPTER   IV. 

GREENLAND. 

"SUPPOSE  and  suppose  I  tried  what  the  very 
cold  countries  are  like  ! " 

And  Lucy  bent  over  the  globe  till  she  was 
nearly  ready  to  cut  her  head  off  with  the  brass 
meridian,  as  she  looked  at  the  long  jagged 
tongue,  with  no  particular  top  to  it,  hanging 
down  on  the  east  side  of  America.  Perhaps 
it  was  the  making  herself  so  cold  that  did  it, 
but  she  found  herself  in  the  midst  of  snow, 
snow,  snow.  All  was  snow  except  the  sea,  and 
that  was  a  deep  green,  and  in  it  were  mon- 
strous floating  white  things,  pinnacled  all  over 


44        LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.     [CH.  iv. 

like  the  Cathedral,  and  as  big,  and  with  hollows 
in  them  of  glorious  deep  blue  and  green,  like 
jewels ;  Lucy  knew  they  were  icebergs.  A  sort 
of  fringe  of  these  cliffs  of  ice  hemmed  in  the 
shore.  And  on  one  of  them  stood  what  she 
thought  at  first  was  a  little  brown  bear,  for 
the  light  was  odd,  the  sun  was  so  very  low 
down,  and  there  was  so  much  glare  from  the 
snow  that  it  seemed  unnatural.  However,  be- 
fore she  had  time  to  be  afraid  of  the  bear, 
she  saw  that  it  was  really  a  little  boy,  with  a 
hood  and  coat  and  leggings  all  of  thick,  thick 
fur,  and  a  spear  in  his  hand,  with  which  he 
every  now  and  then  made  a  dash  at  a  fish, — 
great  cod  fish,  such  as  Mamma  had,  with 
oysters,  when  there  was  a  dinner-party. 

Into  them  went  his  spear,  up  came  the  poor 
fish,  and  was  strung  with  some  others  on  a 
string  the  boy  carried.  Lucy  crept  up  as  well 
as  she  could  on  the  slippery  ice,  and  the  little 
Esquimaux  stared  at  her  with  a  kind  of  stupid 
surprise. 


'  Is  that  the  way  you  get  ti.-,h  ?  "  she  asked. 


CH.    IV.]    LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.        47 

"  Is  that  the  way  you  get  fish  ? "  she  asked. 

"  Yes,  and  seals ;  Father  gets  them,"  he  said. 

"Oh,  what's  that,  swimming  out  there?" 

"  That's  a  white  bear,"  he  said,  coolly ;  "  we 
had  better  get  home." 

Lucy  thought  so  indeed ;  only  where  was 
home?  that  puzzled  her.  However,  she  trotted 
along  by  the  side  of  her  companion,  and 
presently  came  to  what  might  have  been  an 
enormous  snowball,  but  there  was  a  hole  in  it. 
Yes,  it  was  hollow  ;  and  as  her  companion  made 
for  the  opening,  she  saw  more  little  stout  figures 
rolled  up  in  furs  inside.  Then  she  perceived 
that  it  was  a  house  built  up  of  blocks  of  snow, 
arranged  so  as  to  make  the  shape  of  a  beehive, 
all  frozen  together,  and  with  a  window  of  ice. 
It  made  her  shiver  to  think  of  going  in,  but  she 
thought  the  white  bear  might  come  after  her, 
and  in  she  went.  Even  her  little  head  had  to 
bend  under  the  low  doorway,  and  behold  it  was 
the  very  closest,  stuffiest,  if  not  the  hottest  place 
she  had  ever  been  in !  There  was  a  kind  of 


4*  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAP. 

lamp  burning  in  the  hut ;  that  is,  a  wick  was 
floating  in  some  oil,  but  there  was  no  glass, 
such  as  Lucy  had  been  apt  to  think  the  chief 
part  of  a  lamp,  and  all  round  it  squatted  upon 
skins  these  queer  little  stumpy  figures,  dressed 
so  much  alike  that  there  was  no  knowing  the 
men  from  the  women,  except  that  the  women 
had  much  the  biggest  boots,  and  used  them 
instead  of  pockets,  and  they  had  their  babies  in 
bags  of  skin  upon  their  backs. 

They  seemed  to  be  kind  people,  for  they 
made  room  by  their  lamp  for  the  little  girl,  and 
asked  her  where  she  had  been  wrecked,  and  then 
one  of  the  women  cut  off  a  great  lump  of  raw 
something — was  it  a  walrus,  with  that  round 
head  and  big  tusks? — and  held  it  up  to  her; 
and  when  Lucy  shook  her  head  and  said,  "No, 
thank  you,"  as  civilly  as  she  could,  the  woman 
tore  it  in  two,  and  handed  a  lump  over  her 
shoulder  to  her  baby,  who  began  to  gnaw  it 
Then  her  first  friend,  the  little  boy,  hoping  to 
please  her  better,  offered  her  some  drink.  Ah! 


IV.]  '      WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  ,,  49 

it  was  oil,  just  like  the  oil  that  was  burning  in 
the  lamp  ! — horrid  train-oil  from  the  whales !  She 
could  not  help  shaking  her  head,  so  much  that 
she  woke  herself  up  ! 


So  ZJ7TLE  LUCY'S  [CHA». 


CHAPTER  V 

TYROL. 

"SUPPOSE  and  suppose  I  could  see  where  that 
dear  little  black  chamois  horn  came  from !  But 
Mother  Bunch  can't  tell  me  about  that  I'm 
afraid,  for  she  always  went  by  sea,  and  here'^ 
the  Tyrol  without  one  bit  of  sea  near  it.  It's 
just  one  of  the  strings  to  the  great  knot  of 
mountains  that  tie  Europe  up  in  the  middle. 
Oh  !  what  is  a  mountain  like  ? " 

Then  suddenly  came  on  Lucy's  ears  a  loud 
blast  like  a  trumpet ;  another  answered  it  farther 
off,  another  fainter  still,  and  as  she  started  up 
she  found  she  was  standing  on  a  little  shelf  of 


V.J  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  51 

green  grass  with  steep  slopes  of  stones  and 
rock  above,  below,  and  around  her ;  and  rising 
up  all  round  huge,  tall  hills,  their  smooth  slopes 
green  and  grassy,  but  in  the  steep  places,  all 
steep,  stern  cliff  and  precipice,  and  as  they  were 
seen  further  away  they  were  of  a  beautiful 
purple,  like  a  thunder-cloud.  Close  to  Lucy 
grew  blue  gentians  like  those  in  Mamma's 
garden,  and  Alpine  roses,  and  black  orchises; 
but  she  did  not  know  how  to  come  down,  and 
was  getting  rather  frightened  when  a  clear  little 
voice  said,  "Little  lady,  have  you  lost  your 
way?  Wait  till  the  evening  hymn  is  over,  and 
I'll  come  and  help  you;"  and  then  Lucy  stood 
and  listened,  while  from  all  the  peaks  whence 
the  horns  had  been  blown  there  came  the  strong 
sweet  sound  ot  an  evening  hymn,  all  joining 
together,  while  there  arose  distant  echoes  of 
others  farther  away.  When  it  was  over,  one 
shout  of  "Jodel"  echoed  from  each  point,  and 
then  all  was  still  except  for  the  tinkling  of  a 
little  cow-bell.  "That's  the  way  we  wish  each 
E  2 


52         LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.    [CH.  v, 

other  good  night,"  said  the  little  girl,  as  the 
shadows  mounted  high  on  the  tops  of  the  moun- 
tains, leaving  them  only  peaks  of  rosy  light. 
"Now  come  to  the  chalet,  and  sister  Rose  will 
give  you  some  milk." 

"Help  me.     I'm  afraid,"  said  Lucy. 

"That  is  nothing,"  said  the  mountain  maiden 
springing  up  to  her  like  a  kid,  in  spite  of  her 
great  heavy  shoes ;  "  you  should  see  the  places 
Father  and  Seppel  climb  when  they  hunt  the 
chamois." 

"  What  is  your  name  ? "  asked  Lucy,  who  much 
liked  the  looks  of  her  little  companion  in  her 
broad  straw  hat,  with  a  bunch  of  Alpine  roses 
in  it,  her  thick  striped  frock,  and  white  body  and 
sleeves,  braced  with  black  ribbon ;  it  was  such  a 
pleasant,  fresh,  open  face,  with  such  rosy  cheeks 
and  kindly  blue  eyes,  that  Lucy  felt  quite 
at  home. 

"I  am  little  Katherl.  This  is  the  first  time  I 
have  come  up  with  Rose  to  the  chalet,  for  I  am 
big  enough  to  milk  the  cows  now.  Ah  I  do  you 


•  Help  me,  I'm  afraid,"  said  Lucy. 


Pa&e  52. 


CH.  V.]    LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.         55 

see  Use,  the  black  one  with  a  white  tuft?  She 
is  our  leading  cow,  and  she  knows  it,  the  darling. 
She  never  lets  the  others  get  into  dangerous 
places  they  cannot  come  off;  she  leads  them 
home,  at  a  sound  of  the  horn ;  and  when  we  go 
back  to  the  village,  she  will  lead  the  herd  with 
a  nosegay  on  the  point  of  each  horn,  and  a 
wreath  round  her  neck.  The  men  will  come  up 
and  fetch  us,  Seppel  and  all ;  and  may  be  Seppel 
will  bring  the  medal  for  shooting  with  the  rifle." 

"But  what  do  you  do  up  here?" 

"We  girls  go  up  for  the  summer  with  the 
cows  to  the  pastures,  the  grass  is  so  rich  and 
good  on  the  mountains,  and  we  make  butter  and 
cheese.  Wait,  and  you  shall  taste.  Sit  down  on 
that  stone." 

Lucy  was  glad  to  hear  this  promise,  for  the 
fresh  mountain  air  had  made  her  hungry.  Katherl 
skipped  away  towards  a  house  with  a  projecting 
wooden  balcony,  and  deep  eaves,  beautifully 
carved,  and  came  back  with  a  slice  of  bread  and 
delicious  butter,  and  a  good  piece  of  cheese,  all 


56  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAP. 

on  a  wooden  platter,  and  a  little  bowl  of  new 
milk.  Lucy  thought  she  had  never  tasted 
anything  so  nice. 

"And  now  the  gracious  little  lady  will  rest  a 
little  while,"  said  Katherl,  "  whilst  I  go  and  help 
Rosel  to  strain  the  milk." 

So  Lucy  waited,  but  she  felt  so  tired  with  her 
scramble  that  she  could  not  help  nodding  off 
to  sleep,  though  she  would  have  liked  very 
much  to  have  stayed  longer  with  the  dear  little 
Tyrolese.  But  we  know  by  this  time  where 
she  always  found  herself  when  she  awoke. 


vi.]  WONDERFUL   GLCBE.  57 


CHAPTER  VI. 

AFRICA. 

OH!  oh!  here  is  the  little  dried  crocodile 
come  alive,  and  opening  a  horrible  great  mouth 
lined  with  terrible  teeth  at  her. 

No,  he  is  no  longer  in  the  museum ;  he  is  in 
a  broad  river,  yellow,  heavy,  and  thick  with 
mud ;  the  borders  are  crowded  with  enormous 
reeds  and  rushes ;  there  is  no  getting  through ; 
no  breaking  away  from  him ;  here  he  comes ; 
horrid,  horrid  beast!  Oh,  how  could  Lucy  have 
been  so  foolish  as  to  want  to  travel  in  Africa 
up  to  the  higher  parts  of  the  Nile  ?  How  will 
she  ever  get  back  again?  He  will  gobble  her 


58       LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.    [CH.  vi. 

up,  her  and  Clare,  who  was  trusted  to  her,  and 
whatever  will  Mamma  and  sister  do? 

Hark!  There's  a  cry,  a  great  shout,  and  out 
jumps  a  little  black  figure,  with  a  stout  club  in 
his  hand:  smash  it  goes  down  on  the  head  of 
master  crocodile;  the  ugly  beast  is  turning  over 
on  its  back  and  dying.  Then  Lucy  has  time 
to  look  at  the  little  Negro,  and  he  has  time  to 
look  at  her.  What  a  droll  figure  he  is,  with  his 
woolly  head  and  thick  lips,  the  whites  of  his 
eyes  and  his  teeth  gleaming  so  brightly,  and  his 
fat  little  black  person  shining  all  over,  as  well  it 
may,  for  he  is  rubbed  from  head  to  foot  with 
castor-oil.  There  it  grows  on  that  bush,  with 
broad,  beautiful,  folded  leaves  and  red  stems 
and  the  pretty  grey  and  black  nut*.  Lucy  only 
wishes  the  negroes  would  keep  it  all  to  polish 
themselves  with,  and  not  send  any  home. 

She  wants  to  give  the  little  black  fellow  some 
reward  for  saving  her  from  the  crocodile,  and 
luckily  Clare  has  on  her  long  necklace  of  blue 
glass  beads.  She  puts  it  into  his  hand,  and  he 


Hark  I   There's  a  cry,  and  out  jumps  a  little  black  figure,  with  a  stout  club  in  his  hand. 

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CH.  vi J  LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDERFUL   GLOBA.         61 

twists  it  round  his  black  wool,  and  cuts  such 
dances  and  capers  for  joy  that  Lucy  can  hardly 
stand  for  laughing ;  but  the  sun  shines  scorching 
hot  upon  her,  and  she  gets  under  the  shade  of 
a  tall  date  palm,  with  big  leaves  all  shooting 
out  together  at  the  top,  and  fine  bunches  of 
dates  below,  all  fresh  and  green,  not  dried  like 
those  Papa  sometimes  gives  her  at  dessert. 

The  little  negro,  Tojo,  asks  if  she  would  like 
some ;  he  takes  her  by  the  hand,  and  leads 
her  into  a  whole  cluster  of  little  round  mud 
huts,  telling  her  that  he  is  Tojo,  the  king's  son ; 
she  is  his  little  sister,  and  these  are  all  his 
mothers  I  Which  is  his  real  mother  Lucy  cannot 
quite  make  out,  for  she  sees  an  immense  party 
of  black  women,  all  shiny  and  polished,  with  a 
great  many  beads  wound  round  their  heads, 
necks,  ankles,  and  wrists;  and  nothing  besides 
the  tiniest  short  petticoats:  and  all  the  fattest 
are  the  smartest;  indeed,  they  have  gourds  of 
milk  beside  them,  and  are  drinking  it  all  day 
long  to  keep  themselves  fat.  No  sooner  however 


6*  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAP 

is  Lucy  led  in  among  them,  than  they  all  close 
round,  some  singing  and  dancing,  and  others 
laughing  for  joy,  and  crying,  "  Welcome  little 
daughter,  from  the  land  of  spirits  1"  and  then 
she  finds  out  that  they  think  she  is  really  Tojo's 
little  sister,  who  died  ten  moons  ago,  come  back 
again  from  the  grave  as  a  white  spirit 

Tojo's  own  mother,  a  very  fat  woman  indeed, 
holds  out  her  arms,  as  big  as  bed-posts  and 
terribly  greasy,  gives  her  a  dose  of  sour  milk  out 
of  a  gourd,  makes  her  lie  down  with  her  head 
in  her  lap,  and  begins  to  sing  to  her,  till  Lucy 
goes  to  sleep;  and  wakes,  very  glad  to  see  the 
crocodile  as  brown  and  hard  and  immovable  as 
ever;  and  that  odd  round  gourd  with  a  little 
hole  in  it,  hanging  up  from  the  ceiling. 


TIL]  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  6j 


CHAPTER   VII. 

LAPLANDERS. 

"IT  shall  not  be  a  hot  country  next  time," 
said  Lucy,  "though,  after  all,  the  whale  oil  was 
not  much  worse  than  the  castor  oil. — Mother 
Bunch,  did  your  whaler  always  go  to  Greenland, 
and  never  to  any  nicer  place?" 

"Well,  Missie,  once  we  were  driven  between 
foul  winds  and  icebergs  up  into  a  fiord  near 
North  Cape,  right  at  midsummer,  and  I'll  never 
forget  what  we  saw  there." 

Lucy  was  not  likely  to  forget,  either,  for  she 
found  herself  standing  by  a  narrow  inlet  of  sea, 


64        LITTLE  LUCY'S   WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  [CH.  Tit. 

as  blue  and  smooth  as  a  lake,  and  closely  shut 
in,  except  on  the  west,  with  red  rocky  hills 
and  precipices  with  pine-trees  growing  on  them, 
except  where  the  bare  rock  was  too  steep,  or 
where  on  a  somewhat  smoother  shelf  stood  a 
timbered  house,  with  a  farm-yard  and  barns  all 
round  it  But  the  odd  thing  was  that  the  sun 
was  where  she  had  never  seen  him  before, — 
quite  in  the  north,  making  all  the  shadows  come 
the  wrong  way.  But  how  came  the  sun  to  be 
visible  at  all  so  very  late?  Ah!  she  knew  it 
now;  this  was  Norway,  and  there  was  no  night 
at  all! 

And  here  beside  her  was  a  little  fellow  with 
a  bow  and  arrows,  such  as  she  had  never  seen 
before,  except  in  the  hands  of  the  little  Cupids 
in  the  pictures  in  the  drawing-room.  Mother 
Bunch  had  said  that  the  little  brown  boys  in 
India  looked  like  the  bronze  Cupid  who  was  on 
the  mantelshelf,  but  this  little  boy  was  white,  ot 
rather  sallow-faced,  and  well  dressed  too,  in  a 
tight,  round,  leather  cap,  and  a  dark  blue  kind 


And  here  beside  her  was  a  little  fellow  with  a  bow  and  arrows,  such  as  she  had 

never  seen  before. 

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CH.  VII.]  LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.        67 

of  shaggy  gown  with  hairy  leggings ;  and  what 
he  was  shooting  at  was  some  kind  of  wild-duck 
or  goose,  that  came  tumbling  down  heavily  with 
the  arrow  right  across  its  neck. 

"  There,"  said  the  boy,  "  I'll  take  that,  and  sell 
it  to  the  Norse  bonder's  wife  up  in  the  house 
above  there." 

"Who  are  you,  then?"  said  Lucy. 

"I'm  a  Lapp.  We  live  on  the  hills,  where  the 
Norseman  has  not  driven  us  away,  and  the 
reindeer  find  their  grass  in  summer  and  their 
moss  in  winter." 

"Oh!  have  you  got  reindeer?  I  should  so 
like  to  see  them  and  to  drive  in  a  sledge  I" 

The  boy,  whose  name  was  Peder,  laughed,  and 
said,  "You  can't  go  in  a  sledge  except  when  it 
is  winter,  with  snow  and  ice  to  go  upon,  but  111 
soon  show  you  a  reindeer." 

Then    he    led    the    way,   past    the    deliciotisly 

smelling,   whispering    pine-woods   that    sheltered 

the  Norwegian  homestead,  starting  a  little  aside 

when    a    great,   tall,    fair-faced,  fair-haired  Norse 

F  2 


68  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAP 

farmer  came  striding  along,  singing  some  old 
old  song,  as  he  carried  a  heavy  log  on  his 
shoulder,  past  a  seater  or  mountain  meadow 
where  the  girls  were  pasturing  their  cows,  much 
like  Lucy's  friends  in  the  Tiroi,  out  upon  the 
grey  moorland,  where  there  was  an  odd  little 
cluster  of  tents  covered  with  skins,  and  droll 
little,  short,  stumpy  people  running  about 
them. 

Peder  gave  a  curious  long  cry,  put  his  hand 
in  his  pocket,  and  pulled  out  a  lump  of  salt. 
Presently,  a  pair  of  long  horns  appeared,  then 
another,  then  a  whole  herd  of  the  deer  with  big 
heads  and  horns  growing  a  good  deal  forward. 
The  salt  was  held  to  them,  and  a  rope  was 
fastened  to  all  their  horns  that  they  might  stand 
still  in  a  line,  while  the  little  Lapp  women  milked 
them.  Peder  went  up  to  one  of  the  women,  and 
brought  back  a  little  cupful  for  his  visitor;  it 
was  all  that  one  deer  gave,  but  it  was  so  rich  as 
to  be  almost  like  drinking  cream.  He  led  her 
into  one  of  the  tents,  but  it  was  very  smoky, 


TII.]  WuNDbKFUL   GLOBE. 


and  not  n'uch  cleaner  than  the  Esquimaux.  It 
is  a  wonder  how  Lucy  could  go  to  sleep  tnere, 
but  she  did,  heartily  wishing  herself  somewhere 
else 


LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAF. 


CHAPTER  VIIL 

CHINA. 

WAS  it  the  scent  of  the  perfumed  tea,  a  present 
from  an  old  sailor  friend,  which  Mrs.  Bunker  was 
putting  away,  or  was  it  the  sight  of  the  red 
jar  ornamented  with  little  black-and-gold  men, 
with  round  caps,  long  petticoats,  and  pigtails,  that 
caused  Lucy  next  to  open  her  eyes  upon  a  cane 
sofa,  with  cushions  ornamented  with  figures  in 
coloured  silks?  The  floor  of  the  room  was  of 
shining  inlaid  wood  ;  there  were  beautifully  woven 
mats  all  round ;  stands  made  of  red  lacquer 
work,  and  seats  of  cane  and  bamboo;  and  there 
was  a  round  window,  through  which  could  be 


VIII.1  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.  71 

seen  a  beautiful  garden,  full  of  flowering  shrubs 
and  trees,  a  clear  pond  lined  with  coloured  tiles 
in  the  middle,  and  over  the  wall  the  gilded  roof 
of  a  pagoda,  like  an  umbrella,  only  all  in  ridge 
and  furrow,  and  with  a  little  bell  at  every  spoke. 
Beyond,  were  beautifully  and  fantastically  shaped 
hills,  and  a  lake  below  with  pleasure  boats  on 
it.  It  was  all  wonderfully  like  being  upon  a 
bowl  come  to  life,  and  Lucy  knew  she  was  in 
China,  even  before  there  came  into  the  room, 
toddling  upon  her  poor  little  tiny  feet,  a  young 
lady  with  a  small  yellow  face,  little  slips  of  eyes 
sloping  upwards  from  her  flat  nose,  and  back 
nair  combed  up  very  tight  from  her  face,  and 
twisted  up  with  flowers  and  ornaments.  She 
had  ever  so  many  robes  on,  the  edge  of  one 
peeping  out  below  the  other,  and  at  the  top  a 
sort  of  blue  China-crape  tunic,  with  very  wide 
loose  sleeves  drooping  an  immense  way  from 
her  hands.  There  was  no  gathering  in  at  the 
waist,  and  it  reached  to  her  knees,  where  a  still 
more  splendid  white  silk,  embroidered,  trailed 


72       LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDEKFUL   GLOBE.  [CH.  vin. 

along.  She  had  a  big  fan  in  her  hand,  but  when 
she  saw  the  visitor  she  went  up  to  a  beautiful 
little  low  table,  with  an  ivory  frill  round  it, 
where  stood  some  dainty,  delicate  tea-cups  and 
saucers.  Into  one  of  these  she  put  a  little  ball, 
about  as  big  as  an  oak-apple,  of  tea-leaves  ;  a 
maid  dressed  like  herself  poured  hot  water  on 
it,  and  handed  it  on  a  lacquer- work  tray.  Lucy 
took  it,  said,  "  Thank  you,"  and  then  waited. 

"Is  it  not  good?"  said  the  little  hostess 

"It  must  be!  You  are  the  real  tea  people," 
said  Lucy ;  "  but  I  was  waiting  for  sugar  and 
milk." 

"That  would  spoil  it,"  said  the  Chinese  damsel; 
"only  outer  barbarians  would  think  of  such 
a  thing.  And,  ah!  I  see  you  are  one!  See, 
Ki-hi,  what  monstrous  feet ! " 

"They  are  not  bigger  than  your  maid's," 
said  Lucy,  rather  disgusted.  "  Why  are  yours 
so  small?" 

"Because  my  mother  and  nurse  took  care  of 
me  when  I  was  a  baby,  and  bound  them  up 


"  Is  it  not  good?  "  said  the  little  hostess. 


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CH.  viii.]  LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.         75 

that  they  might  not  grow  big  and  ugly  like 
the  poor  creatures  who  have  to  run  about  for 
their  husbands,  feed  silkworms,  and  tend  ducks ! " 

"But  shouldn't  you  like  to  walk  without 
almost  tumbling  down  ? "  said  Lucy. 

"No,  indeed!  Me,  a  daughter  of  a  mandarin 
of  the  blue  button !  You  are  a  mere  barbarian 
to  think  a  lady  ought  to  want  to  walk.  Do 
you  not  see  that  I  never  do  anything?  Look 
at  my  lovely  nails." 

"I  think  they  are  .claws,"  said  Lucy;  "do 
you  never  break  them  ?  " 

"No;  when  they  are  a  little  longer,  I  shall 
wear  silver  shields  for  them,  as  my  mother 
does." 

"And  do  you  really  never  work?" 

"I  should  think  not,"  said  the  young  lady, 
scornfully  fanning  herself;  "I  leave  that  to  the 
common  folk,  who  are  obliged.  Come  with  me 
and  let  me  lean  on  you,  and  I  will  give  you  a 
peep  through  the  lattice,  that  you  may  see  that 
my  father  is  far  above  making  his  daughter 


76       LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.  [CH.  VHI. 

work.  See,  there  he  sits,  with  his  moustachios 
hanging  down  to  his  chin,  and  his  tail  to  his 
heels,  and  the  blue  dragon  embroidered  on  his 
breast,  watching  while  they  prepare  the  hall  for 
a  grand  dinner.  There  will  be  a  stew  of  puppy 
dog,  and  another  of  kittens,  and  bird's-nest 
soup ;  and  then  the  players  will  come  and  act 
a  part  of  the  nine-night  tragedy,  and  we  will 
look  through  the  lattice.  Ah  1  Father  is 
smoking  opium,  that  he  may  be  serene  and  in 
good  spirits !  Does  it  make  your  head  ache  ? 
Ah !  that  is  because  you  are  a  mere  outer 
barbarian.  She  is  asleep,  Ki-hi;  lay  her  on  the 
sofa,  and  let  her  sleep.  How  ugly  her  pale 
hair  is,  almost  as  bad  as  her  big  feet!" 


Whisking  over  the  snow  with  all  her  might  and  main,  muffled  up  in  cloaks  and  furs. 

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CH.  IX .J    LITTLE  LUCY'S   WONDERFUL  GLOBS.        79 


CHAPTER  IX. 

KAMSCHATKA. 

LUCY  had  been  disappointed  of  a  drive  with 
the  reindeer,  and  she  had  been  telling  Don  how 
useful  his  relations  were  in  other  places.  Behold, 
she  awoke  in  a  wide  plain,  where  as  far  as  her 
eye  could  reach  there  was  nothing  but  snow. 
The  few  fir-trees  that  stood  in  the  distance  were 
heavily  laden ;  and  Lucy  herself, — where  was 
she  ?  Going  very  fast  ?  Yes,  whisking  over 
the  snow  with  all  her  might  and  main,  and 
muffled  up  in  cloaks  and  furs,  as  indeed  was 
necessary,  for  her  breath  froze  upon  the  big 
muffler  round  her  throat,  so  that  it  seemed  to 


8o  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAP. 

be  standing  up  in  a  wall ;  and  by  her  side  was 
a  little  boy,  muffled  up  quite  as  close,  with  a  cap 
or  rather  hood,  casing  his  whole  head,  his  hands 
gloved  in  fur  up  to  the  elbows,  and  long  fur 
boots.  He  had  an  immense  long  whip  in  his 
hand,  and  was  {^••rishing  it,  and  striking  with 
it — at  what  ?  The>  *  °re  an  enormous  way  off 
from  him,  but  they  ieally  were  very  big  dogs, 
rushing  along  like  the  wind,  and  bearing  along 
with  them — what  ?  Lucy's  ambition — a  sledge, 
i  thing  without  wheels,  but  gliding  along  most 
rapidly  on  the  hard  snow ;  tiying,  flying  almost 
fast  enough  to  take  away  her  breath,  and  leaving 
birds,  foxes,  and  any  creature  she  saw  for  one 
instant,  far  behind.  And — what  was  very  odd 
— the  young  driver  had  no  reins;  he  shouted  at 
the  dogs  and  now  and  then  threw  a  stick  at 
them,  and  they  quite  seemed  to  understand, 
and  turned  when  he  wanted  them.  Lucy 
wondered  how  he  or  they  knew  the  way,  it  all 
seemed  such  a  waste  of  snc  T;  and  after  feeling 
at  first  as  if  the  rapidity  o  \heir  course  made 


IX.)  WONDERFUL    GLOBE.  8 1 

her  unable  to  speak,  she  ventured  on  gasping 
out,  "  Well,  I've  been  in  an  express  train,  but 
this  beats  it !  Where  are  you  going  ? " 

"To  Petropawlowsky,  to  change  these  skins 
for  whisky  and  coffee,  and  rice,"  answered  the 
boy. 

"  What  skins  are  they  ? "  asked  Lucy. 

"Bears' — big  brown  bears  that  Father  killed 
in  a  cave — and  wolves'  and  those  ot  the  little 
ermine  and  sable  that  we  trap  We  get  much, 
much  for  the  white  ermini  and  his  black  taiL 
Father's  coming  in  another  sledge  with,  oh ! 
such  a  big  pfl^  Don't  you  hear  his  dogs  yelp? 
We'll  win  the  race  yet  1  Ugh !  hoo !  hoo !  ho- 
o-o  o  i — On  !  on !  lazy  ones,  on,  I  say  I  don't  let 
the  old  dogs  catch  the  young!" 

Crack,  crack,  went  the  whip ;  the  dogs  yelped 
with  eagerness, — they  don't  bark,  those  Northern 
uogs ;  the  little  Kamschatkadale  bawled  louder 
and  louder,  and  never  saw  when  Lucy  rolled  off 
behind,  and  was  left  in  the  middle  of  a  huge 
snowdrift,  while  he  flew  on  with  his  load. 

O 


S*  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [OHAF. 

Here  were  his  father's  dogs  overtaking  her; 
picking  her — some  one  picking  her  up.  No,  it 
was  Don  I  and  here  was  Mrs.  Bunker  exclaiming, 
"  Well,  I  never  thought  to  find  Miss  Lucy  in  no 
better  a  place  than  on  Master's  old  bearskm  I  * 


xj  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  83 


CHAPTER  X 

THE  TURK. 

"  WHAT  a  beautiful  long  necklace,  Mrs.  Bunker  I 
May  I  have  it  for  Lonicera  ? " 

"You  may  play  with  it  while  you  are  here, 
Missie,  if  you'll  take  care  not  to  break  the 
string,  but  it  is  too  curious  for  you  to  take 
home  and  lose.  It  is  what  they  call  a  Turkish 
rosary ;  they  say  it  is  made  of  rose-leaves 
reduced  to  a  paste  and  squeezed  ever  so  hard 
together,  and  that  the  poor  ladies  that  are  shut 
up  in  the  harems  have  little  or  nothing  to  do 
but  to  run  them  through  their  fingers." 

"It    has    a    very     nice    smell,"    said    Lucy, 

G    2 


84  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAP. 

examining  the  dark  brown  beads,  which  hung 
rather  loosely  on  their  string,  and  letting  them 
fall  one  by  one  through  her  hands,  till  of  course 
that  happened  which  she  was  hoping  for:  she 
woke  on  a  long  low  sofa,  in  the  midst  of  a 
room  all  carpet  and  cushions,  in  bright  colours 
and  gorgeous  patterns,  curling  about  with  no 
particular  meaning ;  and  with  a  window  ol 
rich  brass  lattice-work. 

And  by  her  side  there  was  an  odd  bubbling, 
that  put  her  in  mind  of  blowing  the  soap-suds 
into  a  honey-comb  when  preparing  them  for 
bubble  blowing  ;  but  when  she  looked  round 
she  saw  something  very  unlike  the  long  pipes 
her  brother  called  "churchwardens,"  or  the 
basin  of  soap-suds.  There  was  a  beautifully 
shaped  glass  bottle,  and  into  it  went  a  long, 
long  twisting  tube,  like  a  snake  coiled  on  the 
floor,  and  the  other  end  of  the  serpent,  instead 
of  a  head,  had  an  amber  mouth-piece  which 
went  between  a  pair  of  lips.  Lucy  knew  it  for 
a  hubble-bubble  or  narghilhe,  ard  saw  that  the 


«.]  WONDERFUL  QLOBE.  85 

lips  were  in  a  brown  face,  with  big  black  eyes, 
round  which  dark  bluish  circles  were  drawn. 
The  jet-black  hair  was  carefully  braided  with 
jewels,  and  over  it  was  thrown  a  great  rose- 
coloured  gauze  veil ;  there  was  a  loose  purple 
satin  sort  of  pelisse  over  a  white  silk  embroi 
dered  vest,  tied  in  with  a  sash,  striped  with  all 
manner  of  colours,  also  immense  wide  white 
muslin  trousers,  out  of  which  peeped  a  pair  of 
brown  bare  feet,  which,  however,  had  a  splendid 
pair  of  slippers  curled  up  at  the  toes. 

The  owner  seemed  to  be  very  little  older 
than  Lucy,  and  sat  gravely  looking  at  her  for 
a  little  while,  then  clapped  her  hands.  A  black 
woman  came,  and  the  young  Turkish  maiden 
said,  "Bring  coffee  for  the  little  Frank  lady." 

So  a  tiny  table  of  mother-of-pearl  was  brought, 
and  on  it  some  exquisite  little  striped  porcelain 
cups,  standing  not  in  saucers,  but  in  silver 
filigree  cups  into  which  they  exactly  fitted. 
Lucy  remembered  her  Chinese  experience,  and 
did  not  venture  to  ask  for  milk  or  sugar,  but 


86        LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL    GLOBE.     [CH.  x. 

she  found  that  the  real  Turkish  coffee  was  so 
pure  and  delicate  that  she  could  bear  to  drink 
it  without 

"Where   are    your  jewels?"   then   asked    the 

little  hostess. 

t 

"I'm  not  old  enough  to  have  any? 

"  How  old  are  you  ?  " 

"  Nine." 

"Nine!  I'm  only  ten,  and  I  shall  be  married 
next  week " 

"  Married !   Oh,  no,  you  are  joking." 

"Yes,  I  shall.  Selim  Bey  has  paid  my  father 
the  dowry  for  me,  and  I  shall  be  taken  to  his 
house  next  week." 

"And  I  suppose  you  like  him  very  much." 

"  He  looks  big  and  tall,"  said  the  child  with 
exultation.  "I  saw  him  riding  when  I  went 
with  my  mother  to  the  Sweet  Waters.  'Amina/ 
she  said,  'there  is  your  lord,  in  the  Frankisfc 
coat — with  the  white  horse.' ' 

"  Have  you  not  talked  to  him  ? 

"  What  should  I  do  that  for  ? 


"  Married  1    Oh,  no,  ynu  are  joking." 


Page  86. 


CH.  x.]    LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.         89 

"Aunt  Bessie  used  to  like  to  talk  to  nobody 
but  Uncle  Frank  before  they  were  married." 

"  I  shall  talk  enough  when  I  am  married.  I 
shall  make  him  give  me  plenty  of  sweetmeats, 
and  a  carriage  with  two  handsome  bullocks,  and 
the  biggest  Nubian  black  slave  in  the  market 
*-Q  drive  me  to  Sweet  Waters,  in  a  thin  blue 
veil,  with  all  my  jewels  on.  Father  says  that 
Selim  Bey  will  give  me  everything,  and  a  Frank 
governess.  What  is  a  governess  ?  Is  it  anything 
like  the  little  gold  case  you  have  round  your  neck  ? " 

"  My  locket  with  Mamma's  hair  ?  Oh,  no,  no," 
said  Lucy,  laughing ;  "  a  governess  is  a  lady  to 
teach  you." 

"  I  don't  want  to  learn  any  more,"  said  Amina, 
much  disgusted  ;  "  I  shall  tell  him  I  can  make  a 
pillau,  and  dry  sweetmeats,  and  roll  rose-leaves. 
What  should  I  learn  for?" 

"Should  you  not  like  to  read  and  write?" 

"  Teaching  is  only  meant  for  men.  They  have 
got  to  read  the  Koran,  but  it  is  all  ugly  letters; 
I  won't  learn  to  read." 


LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAR 


"You  don't  know  how  nice  it  is  to  read 
stories,  and  all  about  different  countries.  Ah ! 
I  wish  I  was  in  the  schoolroom,  at  home,  and 
I  would  show  you  how  pleasant  it  is." 

And  Lucy  seemed  to  have  her  wish  all  at 
once,  for  she  and  Amina  stood  in  her  own 
schoolroom,  but  with  no  one  else  there.  The 
first  thing  Amina  did  was  to  scream,  "  Oh, 
what  shocking  windows !  even  men  can  see 
in ;  shut  them  up."  She  rolled  herself  up  in 
her  veil,  and  Lucy  could  only  satisfy  her  by 
pulling  down  all  the  blinds,  after  which  she 
ventured  to  look  about  a  little.  "What  have 
you  to  sit  on?"  she  asked,  with  great  disgust. 

"Chairs  and  stools/'  said  Lucy,  laughing  and 
showing  them. 

"These  little  tables  with  four  legs!  How 
can  you  sit  on  them  ? " 

Lucy  sat  down  and  showed  her.  "That  is 
not  sitting,"  she  said,  and  tried  to  curl  herself 
up  cross-legged ;  "  I  can't  dangle  down  my  legs." 

"Our    governess   always  makes  us    write   out 


x.]  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.  91 

a  tense  of  a  French  verb  if  she  sees  us  sitting 
with  our  legs  crossed,"  said  Lucy,  laughing 
with  much  amusement  at  Amina's  attempts  to 
wriggle  herself  up  on  the  stool  whence  she 
nearly  fell. 

"Ah,  I  will  never  have  a  governess  I*  cried 
Amina.  "  I  will  cry,  and  cry,  and  give  Selim 
Bey  no  rest  till  he  promises  to  let  me  alone. 
What  a  dreadful  place  this  isl  Where  can  you 
sleep  ? " 

"In  bed,  to  be  sure"  said  Lucy. 

"I  see  no  cushions  to  lie  on." 

"  No ;  we  have  bedrooms,  and  beds  there. 
We  should  not  think  of  taking  off  our  clothes 
here." 

"What  should  you  undress  for?" 

"  To  sleep,  of  course." 

"How  horrible!  We  sleep  in  all  our  clothes 
wherever  we  like  to  lie  down.  We  never  un- 
dress but  for  the  bath.  Do  you  go  to  the  bath  ?  " 

"I  have  a  bath  every  morning,  when  I  gel 
up,  in  my  own  room." 


93          LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.  [CH.  x. 

"  Bathe  at  home !  Then  you  never  see  your 
friends?  We  meet  at  the  bath,  and  talk  and 
play  and  laugh." 

"  Meet  bathing  !  No,  indeed  !  We  meet  at 
home,  and  out  of  doors,"  said  Lucy ;  "  my  friend 
Annie  and  I  walk  together." 

"  Walk  together !  what,  in  the  street  ?  Shock- 
ing I  You  cannot  be  a  lady." 

"Indeed  I  am,"  said  Lucy,  colouring  up. 
"My  Papa  is  a  gentleman.  And  see  how  many 
books  we  have,  and  how  much  we  have  to 
learn  1  French,  and  music,  and  sums,  and 
grammar,  and  history,  and  geography." 

"I  will  not  be  a  Frank  1  No,  no!  I  will 
not  learn,"  said  the  alarmed  Amina  on  hearing 
this  catalogue  poured  forth. 

"  Geography  is  very  nice,"  said  Lucy ;  « here 
are  our  maps.  I  will  show  you  where  you  live. 
This  is  Constantinople." 

"I  live  at  Stamboul,"  said  Amina,  scornfully. 

"  There  is  Stamboul  in  little  letters  below — 
look." 


"  I  will  show  you  where  you  live.    This  is  Constantinople." 


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CH.X]    LITTLE  LUCY'S   WONDERFUL   GLOBE.        95 

"  That  Stamboul !  The  Frank  girl  is  false ; 
Stamboul  is  a  large,  large,  beautiful  place ;  not 
a  little  black  speck.  I  can  see  it  from  my 
lattice.  White  houses  and  mosques  in  the  sun, 
and  the  blue  Golden  Horn,  with  the  little 
caiques  gliding." 

Before  Lucy  could  explain,  the  door  opened, 
and  one  of  her  brothers  put  in  his  head.  At 
once  Amina  began  to  scream  and  roll  herself 
in  the  window  curtain.  "A  man  in  the  harem! 
Oh !  oh !  oh !  Were  there  no  slippers  at  the 
door  ? ' '  And  her  screaming  brought  Lucy  awake 
at  Uncle  Joe's  again. 


LITTLE  LVCY'S  [ciiAr 


CHAPTER    XL 

SWITZERLAND. 

'  I  LIKED  the  mountain  girl  best  of  all." 
thought  Lucy.  "  I  wonder  whether  I  shall  ever 
get  among  the  mountains  again.  There's  a 
great  stick  in  the  corner  that  Uncle  Joe  calls 
his  alpenstock.  I'll  go  and  read  the  names 
upon  it.  They  are  all  the  mountains  where 
he  has  used  it" 

She  read  Mount  Blanc,  Mount  Cenis,  the 
Wengern,  and  so  on ;  and  o*  course  as  she 
read  and  sung  them  over  to  herself,  they  lulled 
her  off  into  her  wonderful  dreams,  and  brought 
her  this  time  into  a  meadow,  steep  and  sloping, 
but  full  of  flowers,  the  loveliest  flowers,  of  all 
kinds,  growing  among  the  long  grass  that 


XI.]  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  97 

waved  over  them.  The  fresh  clear  air  was  so 
delicious  that  she  almost  hoped  she  was  gone 
back  to  her  dear  Tyrol;  but  the  hills  were  not 
the  same.  She  saw  upon  the  slope  quantities 
of  cows,  goats,  and  sheep,  feeding  just  as  on 
the  Tyrolese  Alps ;  but  beyond  was  a  dark  row 
of  pines,  and  up  above,  in  the  sky  as  it  were, 
rose  all  round  great  sharp  points — like  clouds 
for  their  whiteness,  but  not  in  their  straight 
jagged  outlines ;  and  here  and  there  the  deep 
grey  clefts  between  seemed  to  spread  into 
white  rivers,  or  over  the  ruddy  purple  of  the 
half-distance  came  sharp  white  lines  darting 
downwards. 

As  she  sat  up  in  the  grass  and  looked  about 
her,  a  bark  startled  her.  A  dog  began  to 
growl,  bark,  and  dance  round  her,  so  that  she 
would  have  been  much  frightened  if  the  next 
moment  a  voice  had  not  called  him  off — "Fie, 
Brilliant,  down ;  let  the  little  girl  alone.  Fi 
done.  He  is  good,  Mademoiselle,  never  fear. 

He  helps  me  keep  the  cows." 

H 


98        LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.     Lcn.  a. 

"Who  are  you,  then?" 

"  I  am  Maurice,  the  little  herd-boy.  I  live 
with  my  grandmother,  and  work  for  her." 

"  What,  in  keeping  cows  ? " 

"Yes;  and  look  here!" 

"  O  the  delicious  little  cottage !  It  has  eaves, 
and  windows,  and  balconies,  and  a  door,  and 
little  cows  and  sheep,  and  men  and  women,  all 
in  pretty  white  wood  1  You  did  not  make  it, 
Maurice  ?4' 

"Yes,  truly,  I  djd;  I  cut  it  out  with  my 
knife,  all  myself." 

"  How  clever  you  must  be.  And  what  shall 
you  do  with  it?" 

"I  shall  watch  for  a  carriage  with  ladies 
winding  up  that  long  road ;  and  then  I  shall 
stand  and  take  off  my  hat,  and  hold  out  my 
cottage.  Perhaps  they  will  buy  it,  and  then 
I  shall  have  enough  to  get  grandmother  a 
warm  gown  for  the  winter.  When  I  grow 
bigger  I  will  be  a  guide,  like  my  father." 
"A  guide?" 


'  I  cut  it  out  with  my  knife,  all  myself." 


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CH.  xi.]  LITTLE  LUCY'S   WONDERFUL  GLOBE.      101 

"Yes,  to  lead  traveling  :up:tp; the  .-mp&jntain- 
tops.  There  is  nowhere,  you.  j£ngli$Ji.  will  .not 
go.  The  harder  a  mb-untahr  is*  to*  'dim  V  the 
more  bent  you  are  on  going  up.  And  oh,  I 
shall  love  it  too !  There  are  the  great  glaciers, 
the  broad  streams  of  ice  that  fill  up  the  furrows 
of  the  mountains,  with  the  crevasses  so  blue 
and  beautiful  and  cruel.  It  was  in  one  of  them 
my  father  was  swallowed  up." 

"  Ah !  then  how  can  you  love  them  ? "  said 
Lucy. 

"Because  they  are  so  grand  and  so  beauti- 
ful," said  Maurice.  "  No  other  place  has  the 
like,  and  they  make  one's  heart  swell  with 
wonder,  and  joy  in  the  God  who  made  them. 
And  it  is  only  the  brave  who  dare  to  climb 
them ! " 

And  Maurice's  eyes  sparkled,  and  Lucy 
looked  at  the  clear,  stern  glory  of  the 
mountain  points,  and  felt  as  if  she  understood 
him. 


ica     LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.    [CH.  XH. 


CHAPTER    XII. 

THE  COSSACK. 

CAPER,  caper ;  dance,  dance.  What  a  won- 
derful dance  it  was,  just  as  if  the  little  fellow 
had  been  made  of  cork,  so  high  did  he  bound 
the  moment  he  touched  the  ground;  while  he 
jerked  out  his  arms  and  legs  as  if  they  were 
pulled  by  strings,  like  the  Marionettes  that 
had  once  performed  in  the  front  of  the  window. 
Only,  his  face  was  all  fun  and  life,  and  he  did 
look  so  proud  and  delighted  to  show  what  he 
could  do ;  and  it  was  all  in  clear,  fresh,  open 
air,  the  whole  extent  covered  with  short  green 
grass,  upon  which  were  grazing  herds  of  small 
lean  horses,  and  flocks  of  sheej,  witfcoii*  tails, 


While  he  jerked  Ottt  W»  Wins  and  legs  as  «€  they  were  pulled       strings. 


CH.  xiLl   LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.      10^ 

but  with  their  wool  puffed  out  behind  into 
a  sort  of  bustle  or  fanier.  There  was  a  cluster 
of  clean,  white-looking  houses  in  the  distance ; 
and  Lucy  knew  that  she  was  in  the  great  plains 
called  the  Steppes,  that  lie  between  the  rivers 
Volga  and  Don,  and  may  be  either  in  Europe 
or  Asia,  according  as  you  look  at  an  old  map 
or  a  new. 

"Do  you  live  there?"  she  asked,  by  way  of 
beginning  the  conversation. 

"  Yes ;  my  father  is  the  hetman  of  the  Stantitza, 
and  these  are  my  holidays.  I  go  to  school  at 
Tcherkask  most  part  of  the  year." 

"TcherkaskI    Oh,  what  a  funny  name!" 

"And  you  would  think  it  a  funny  town  if 
you  were  there.  It  is  built  on  a  great  bog  by 
the  side  of  the  river  Volga ;  all  the  houses  stand 
on  piles  of  timber,  and  in  the  spring  the  streets 
are  full  of  water,  and  one  has  to  sail  about  in 
boats." 

"Oh!  that  must  be  delicious." 

"I  don't  like  it  as  much  as  coming  home  and 


106  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAP. 

riding.  See  1 "  and  as  he  whistled,  one  of  the 
horses  came  whinnying  up,  and  put  his  nose 
over  the  boy's  shoulder. 

"  Good  fellow  1  But  your  horses  are  thin ; 
they  look  little." 

"Little!"  cried  the  young  Cossack.  "Why, 
do  you  know  what  our  little  horses  can  do  ? 
There  are  not  many  armies  in  Europe  that  they 
have  not  ridden  down,  at  one  time  or  another. 
Why,  the  church  at  Tcherkask  is  hung  all  round 
with  Colours  we  have  taken  from  our  enemies. 
There's  the  Swede— didn't  Charles  XII.  get  the 
worst  of  it  when  he  came  in  his  big  boots  after 
the  Cossack  ? — ay,  and  the  Turk,  and  the  Austrian, 
and  the  German,  and  the  French  ?  Ah !  doesn't 
my  grandfather  tell  how  he  rode  his  good  little 
horse  all  the  way  from  the  Volga  to  the  Seme, 
and  the  good  Czar  Alexander  himself  gave  him 
the  medal  with  '  Not  unto  us,  but  unto  Thy 
Name  be  the  praise '  ?  Our  father  the  Czar 
does  not  think  so  little  of  us  and  our  horses 
as  you  do,  young  lady" 


XII.]  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  "07 

"I  beg  your  pardon,"  said  Lucy;  "I  did  not 
know  what  your  horses  could  do." 

"Oh,  you  did  not!  That  is  some  excuse  for 
you.  I'll  show  you." 

And  in  one  moment  he  was  on  the  back  of 
his  little  horse,  leaning  down  on  its  neck,  and 
galloping  off  over  the  green  plain  like  the  wind ; 
but  it  seemed  to  Lucy  as  if  she  had  only  just 
watched  him  out  ol  sight  on  one  side  before 
he  was  close  to  her  on  the  other,  having  whirled 
round  and  cantered  close  up  to  her  while  she 
was  looking  the  other  way.  "  Come  up  with 
me,"  he  said;  and  in  one  moment  she  had  been 
swept  up  before  him  on  the  little  horse's  neck, 
and  was  flying  so  wildly  over  the  Steppes  that 
her  breath  and  sense  failed  her,  and  she  knew 
no  mere  till  she  was  safe  by  Mrs.  Bunker's 
fireside  again. 


tol  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAT. 


CHAPTER  XIII. 

SPAIN. 

"  SUPPOSE  and  suppose  I  go  to  sleep  again  ; 
what  should  I  like  to  see  next?  A  sunny 
place,  I  think,  where  there  is  sea  to  look  at. 
Shall  it  be  Spain,  and  shall  it  be  among  the 
poor  people  ?  Well,  I  think  I  should  like  to  be 
where  there  is  a  little  lady  girl.  I  hope  they 
are  not  all  as  lazy  and  conceited  as  the  Chinese 
and  the  Turk." 

So  Lucy  awoke  in  a  large  cool  room  with  a 
marble  floor  and  heavy  curtains,  but  with  little 
furniture  except  one  table,  and  a  row  of  chairs 
ranged  along  the  wall.  It  had  two  windows,  one 


XIII.]  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  109 

looking  out  into  a  garden, — such  a  garden! — 
orange-trees  with  shining  leaves  and  green  and 
golden  fruit  and  white  flowers,  and  jasmines, 
and  great  lilies  standing  round  about  a  marble 
court,  in  the  midst  of  which  was  a  basin  of  red 
marble,  where  a  fountain  was  playing,  making 
a  delicious  splashing;  and  out  beyond  these 
sparkled  in  the  sun  the  loveliest  and  most 
delicious  of  blue  seas — the  same  blue  sea,  indeed, 
that  Lucy  had  seen  in  her  Italian  visit 

That  window  was  empty;  but  the  other,  which 
looked  out  into  the  street,  had  cushions  laid  on 
the  sill,  an  open-work  stone  ledge  beyond,  and 
little  looking-glasses  on  either  side ;  and  leaning 
over  this  sill  there  was  seated  a  little  maiden 
in  a  white  frock,  but  with  a  black  lace  veil 
fastened  by  a  rose  into  her  jet-black  hair,  and 
the  daintiest,  prettiest-shaped  little  feet  imagin- 
able in  white  satin  shoes,  which  could  be  plainly 
seen  as  she  knelt  on  the  window-seat. 

"What  are  you  looking  at?"  asked  Lucy, 
coming  to  her  side. 


I io     LITTLE  LUCY'S   WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  [CH.  xni. 

"I'm  watching  for  the  procession.  Then  I 
shall  go  to  church  with  Mamma.  Lookl  That 
way  we  shall  see  it  come ;  these  two  mirrors 
reflect  everything  up  and  down  the  street" 

"  Are  you  dressed  for  church  ? "  asked  Lucy. 
"You  have  no  hat  on." 

"Where  does  your  grace  come  from  not  to 
know  that  a  mantilla  is  what  is  fit  for  church  ? 
Mamma  is  being  dressed  in  her  black  silk  and 
her  black  mantilla.' 

"  And  your  shoes  ? " 

"I  could  not  wear  great,  coarse,  hard  shoes," 
said  the  little  Dofla  Ifles ;  "  it  would  spoil  my 
feet.  Ah !  I  shall  have  time  to  show  the  Senorita 
what  I  can  do.  Can  your  grace  dance?" 

"  I  danced  with  Uncle  Joe  at  our  last  Christmas 
party,"  said  Lucy,  with  great  dignity. 

"  See  now  *  cried  the  Spaniard  ;  "  stand  there. 
Ah !  have  you  no  castanets  ? "  and  she  quickly 
took  out  two  very  small  ivory  shells  or  bowls, 
each  pair  fastened  together  by  a  loop,  through 
which  she  passed  her  thumb  so  that  the  little 


'  See  now,"  cried  the  Spaniard,  "  stand  there.    Ah  I  have  you  no  castanets?  " 

Page  no. 


CH.  xili.]  LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.      113 

spoons  hung  on   her  palm,  and  she  could  snap 
them  together  with  her  fingers. 

Then  she  began  to  dance  round  Lucy  in  the 
most  graceful  swimming  way,  now  rising,  now 
falling,  and  cracking  her  castanets  together  at 
intervals.  Lucy  tried  to  do  the  same,  but  her 
limbs  seemed  like  a  wooden  doll's  compared 
with  the  suppleness  and  ease  of  Ifies.  She 
made  sharp  corners  and  angles,  where  the 
Spaniard  floated  so  like  a  sea-bird  that  it  was 
like  seeing  her  fly  or  float  rather  than  merely 
dance,  till  at  last  the  very  watching  her  rendered 
Lucy  drowsy  and  dizzy,  and  as  the  church  bells 
began  to  ring,  and  the  chant  of  the  procession 
to  sound,  she  lost  all  sense  of  being  in  sunny 
Malaga,  the  home  of  grapes. 


114    LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  [CH.  xiv. 


CHAPTER  XIV. 

GERMANY. 

THERE  was  a  great  murmur  and  buzz  cf 
learning  lessons  ;  rows  upon  rows  of  little  boys 
were  sitting  before  desks,  studying ;  very  few 
heads  ooked  up  as  Lucy  found  herself  walking 
round  the  room — a  large  clean  room,  with  maps 
hanging  on  the  walls,  but  hot  and  weary-feeling, 
because  there  were  no  windows  open  and  so 
little  fresh  air. 

"What  are  you  about,  little  boy?"  she  asked. 

"  I  am  learning  my  verb,"  he  said  ;  "  moneut 
ntones,  monet." 

Lucy  waited  no  longer,  but  moved  oft  to 
another  desk.  "And  what  are  you  doing?' 


"  What  are  you  about,  little  boy?  " 


Page  114. 


CH.  xiv.]  LITTLE  LUCY'S   WONDERFUL  GLOBE.       117 

"  I  am  writing  my  analysis." 

Lucy  did  not  know  what  an  analysis  was,  so 
she  went  a  little  further.  "What  are  you  doing 
here  ?  "  she  said  timidly,  for  these  were  somewhat 
bigger  boys. 

"  We  are  drawing  up  an  essay  on  the 
individuality  of  self." 

That  was  enough  to  frighten  any  one  away, 
and  Lucy  betook  herself  to  some  quite  little 
boys,  with  fat  rosy  faces  and  light  hair.  "Are 
you  busy,  too?"  she  said. 

"  Oh  yes ;  we  are  learning  the  chief  cities  of 
the  Fatherland.' 

Lucy  felt  like  the  little  boy  in  the  fable,  who 
could  not  get  either  the  dog,  or  the  bird,  or  the 
bee,  to  play  with  him. 

"When  do  you  play?"  she  asked. 

"  We  have  an  hour's  interval  after  dinner,  and 
another  at  supper-time,  but  then  we  prepare  our 
work  for  the  morrow,"  said  one  of  the  boys, 
looking  up  well  satisfied. 

"Work!    work  I     Are  you  always   at  work?" 


Ii8  UTTLR  LUCY'S  [CHAP. 

exclaimed  Lucy;  "I  only  learn  from  nine  to 
half-past  twelve,  and  half  an  hour  to  get  my 
lessons  in  the  afternoon." 

"You  are  a  maiden,"  said  the  little  boy  with 
civil  superiority;  "your  brothers  learn  more 
hours." 

"  More ;  yes,  but  not  so  many  as  you  do. 
They  play  from  twelve  till  half-past  two,  and 
have  two  half-holidays  in  the  week." 

"So,  you  are  not  industrious.  We  are.  That 
is  the  reason  why  we  can  all  act  together,  and 
think  together,  so  much  better  than  any  others ; 
and  we  all  stand  as  one  irresistible  power,  the 
United  Germany." 

Lucy  gave  a  little  gaspl  it  was  all  so  very 
wise 

"May  I  see  your  sisters?  she  said. 

The  little  sisters,  Gretchens  and  Katchens 
were  learning  away  almost  as  hard  as  the 
Hermanns  and  Fritzes,  but  the  bigger  sisters 
had  what  Lucy  thought  a  better  time  of  it.  One 
of  them  was  helping  in  the  kitchen,  and  another 


JOT.]  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.  119 

in  the  ironing ;  but  then  they  had  their  books 
and  their  music,  and  in  the  evening  all  the 
families  came  out  into  the  pleasure  gardens,  and 
had  little  tables  with  coffee  before  them,  and 
the  mammas  knitted,  and  the  papas  smoked, 
and  the  young  ladies  listened  to  the  band.  On 
the  whole,  Lucy  thought  she  should  not  mind 
living  in  Germany,  if  they  would  not  do  so 
many  lessons. 


lao      LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.     [CH. 


CHAPTER   XV. 

PARIS    IN    THE    SIEGE. 

"AND  Uncle  Joe  is  in  France,  where  the  fathers 
and  brothers  of  those  little  Prussian  boys  have 
been  fighting.  Suppose  and  suppose  I  could 
see  it" 

There  was  a  thunder  and  a  whizzing  in  the  air 
and  a  sharp  rattling  noise  besides ;  a  strange, 
damp,  unwholesome  smell  too,  mixed  with  that 
of  gunpowder;  and  when  Lucy  looked  up,  she. 
found  herself  down  some  steps  in  a  dark,  dull, 
vaulted-looking  place,  lined  with  stone,  however, 
and  open  to  the  street  above.  A  little  lamp 
was  burning  in  a  corner,  piles  of  straw  and  bits 


'  Ah  !  Mademoiselle,  good  morning.    Are  you  come  here  to  take  shelter  from 
the  shells?" 

Page  193. 


CH.  XV.]  LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL  GLOBE.      1*3 

of  furniture  were  lying  about,  and  upon  one  of 
the  bundles  of  straw  sat  a  little  rough-haired 
girl. 

"  Ah  !  Mademoiselle,  good  morning,"  she  said. 
"Are  you  come  here  to  take  shelter  from  the 
shells?  The  battery  is  firing  now;  I  do  not 
think  Mamma  will  come  home  till  it  slackens  a 
little.  She  is  gone  to  the  distribution  of  meat, 
to  get  a  piece  of  horse  for  my  brother,  who  is 
weak  after  his  wounds.  I  wish  I  could  offer 
you  something,  but  we  have  nothing  but  water, 
and  it  is  not  even  sugared." 

"  Do  you  live  down  here  ?  "  asked  Lucy,  looking 
round  at  the  dreary  place  with  wonder. 

"  Not  always.  We  used  to  have  a  pretty  little 
house  up  over,  but  the  cruel  shells  came  crashing  in, 
and  flew  into  pieces,  tearing  everything  to  splinters, 
and  we  are  only  safe  from  them  down  here. 
Ah,  if  I  could  only  have  shown  .  you  Mamma's 
pretty  room !  but  there  is  a  great  hole  in  the 
floor  now,  and  the  ceiling  is  all  tumbling  down, 
and  the  table  broken." 


124  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [cHAr. 

"  But  why  do  you  stay  here  ?  " 

"Mamma  and  Emily  say  it  is  all  the  same. 
We  are  as  safe  in  our  cellar  as  we  could  be 
anywhere,  and  we  should  have  to  pay  elsewhere." 

"Then  you  cannot  get  out  of  Paris?" 

"  Oh  no,  while  the  Prussians  are  all  round  us, 
and  shut  us  in.  My  brothers  are  all  in  the 
Garde  Mobile,  and,  you  see,  so  is  my  doll. 
Every  one  must  be  a  soldier  now.  My  dear 
Adolphe,  hold  yourself  straight"  (and  there  the 
doll  certainly  showed  himself  perfectly  drilled 
and  disciplined).  "March — right  foot  forward — 
left  foot  forward."  But  in  this  movement,  as 
may  be  well  supposed,  little  Coralie  had  to  help 
her  recruit  a  good  deal. 

Lucy  was  surprised.  "So  you  can  play  even 
in  this  dreadful  place?"  she  said. 

"Oh  yes  I  What's  the  use  of  crying  and 
wearying  oneself?  I  do  not  mind  as  long  as 
they  leave  me  my  kitten,  my  dear  little  Minette." 

"Oh!  what  a  pretty  long-haired  kitten!  but 
how  small  and  thin  I" 


XV.]  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  125 

"  Yes,  truly,  the  poor  Minette !  The  cruel 
people  ate  her  mother,  and  there  is  no  milk — 
no  milk,  and  my  poor  Minette  is  almost  starved, 
though  I  give  her  bits  of  my  bread  and  soup; 
but  the  bread  is  only  bran  and  sawdust,  and 
she  likes  it  no  more  than  I." 

"Ate  up  her  mother!" 

"  Yes.  She  was  a  superb  Cyprus  cat,  all  grey ; 
but,  alas  I  one  day  she  took  a  walk  in  the  street, 
and  they  caught  her,  and  then  indeed  it  was  all 
over  with  her.  I  only  hope  Minette  will  not 
get  out,  but  she  is  so  lean  that  they  would  find 
little  but  bones  and  fur.' 

"Ah,  how  I   wish  I   could  take  you  and  her 

home  to   Uncle  Joe,  and   give  you   both   good 

bread    and    milkl     Take    my   hand,    and    shut 

your   eyes,    and   we   will   suppose    and  suppose 

•cry   hard,   and,  perhaps,  you    will   come   the*"" 

me.     Paris  is  not  so  very  fat  off* 


126    LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  [CH.  xvi. 


CHAPTER  XVI. 

THE   AMERICAN  GUEST. 

No ;  supposing  very  hard  did  not  bring  poor 
little  French  Coralie  home  with  Lucy;  but 
something  almost  as  wonderful  happened.  Just 
at  the  time  in  the  afternoon,  blind  man's  holiday, 
when  Lucy  had  been  used  to  ride  off  on  her 
dream  to  visit  some  wonderful  place,  there  came 
a  knock  at  the  front  door ;  a  quite  real  substan- 
tial English  knock  and  ring,  that  did  not  sound 
at  all  like  any  of  the  strange  noise  of  the  strange 
worlds  that  she  had  lately  been  hearing,  but  had 
the  real  tinkle  of  Uncle  Joe's  own  bell. 

"Well,"  said  Mrs.  Bunker,  "what  can  that 
be,  coming  at  this  time  of  day?  It  can  never 


"  What  can  that  be,  coming  at  this  time  of  day  ?  " 


Page  126. 


"  Good  morning.    Where  do  you  come  from  T  " 


Pagt  131. 


CH.  xvi.]   LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL    GLOBE.      131 

be  the  doctor  coming  home  without  sending 
orders  !  Don't  you  be  running  out,  Miss  Lucy  ; 
there'll  be  a  draught  of  cold  right  in." 

Lucy  stood  still ;  very  anxious,  and  wondering 
whether  she  should  see  anything  alive,  or  one  of 
her  visitors  from  various  countries. 

"There  is  a  letter  from  Mr.  Seaman,"  said  a 
brisk  young  voice,  that  would  have  been  very 
pleasant  if  it  had  not  gone  a  little  through  the 
nose  ;  and  past  Mrs.  Bunker  there  walked  into 
the  full  light  a  little  boy,  a  year  or  two  older 
than  Lucy,  holding  out  one  hand  as  he  saw  her 
and  taking  off  his  hat  with  the  other.  "  Good 
morning,"  he  said,  quite  at  his  ease;  "is  this 
where  you  live?" 

"Good  morning,"  returned  Lucy,  though  it 
was  not  morning  at  all;  "where  do  you  come 
from  ?  " 

"  Well,  I'm  from  Paris  last ;  but  when  I'm  at 
home,  I'm  at  Boston.  I  am  Leonidas  Saunders, 
of  the  great  American  Republic." 

"  Oh,  then  you  are  not  real,  after  all  ? " 
K  2 


I3»  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAP. 

"  Real !  I  should  hope  I  was  a  genuine 
article." 

"Well,  I  was  in  hopes  that  you  were  real, 
only  you  say  you  come  from  a  strange  country, 
like  the  rest  of  them,  and  yet  you  look  just 
like  an  English  boy." 

"Of  course  I  do!  my  great  grandfather  came 
from  England,"  said  Leonidas;  "we  all  speak 
English  as  well,  or  better,  than  you  do  in  the 
old  country." 

"  I  can't  understand  it  J "  said  Lucy  ;  "  did 
you  come  like  other  people,  by  the  train,  not 
like  the  children  in  my  dreams  ? " 

And  then  Leonidas  explained  all  about  it  to 
her:  how  his  father  had  brought  him  last  year 
to  Europe  and  had  put  him  to  school  at  Paris  ; 
but  when  the  war  broke  out,  and  most  of  the 
stranger  scholars  were  taken  away,  no  orders 
came  about  him,  because  his  father  was  a 
merchant  and  was  away  from  home,  so  that  no 
one  ever  knew  whether  the  letters  had  reached 
him. 


xvi.J  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  IJ3 

So  Leonidas  had  gone  on  at  school  without 
many  tasks  to  learn,  to  be  sure,  but  not  very 
comfortable  :  it  was  so  cold,  and  there  was  no 
wood  to  burn;  and  he  disliked  eating  horses 
and  cats  and  rats,  quite  as  much  as  Coralie  did, 
though  he  was  not  in  a  part  of  the  town  where 
so  many  shells  came  in. 

At  last,  when  Lucy's  uncle  and  some  other 
good  gentlemen  with  the  red  cross  on  their 
sleeves,  obtained  leave  to  go  and  take  some 
relief  to  the  poor  sick  people  in  the  hospitals, 
the  people  Leonidas  was  with  told  them  that 
he  was  a  little  American  left  behind.  Mr. 
Seaman,  which  was  Uncle  Joe's  name,  went  to 
see  about  him,  and  found  that  he  had  once 
known  his  father.  So,  after  a  great  deal  of 
trouble,  it  had  been  managed  that  the  boy 
should  be  allowed  to  leave  the  town.  He  had 
been  driven  in  an  omnibus,  he  told  Lucy,  with 
some  more  Americans  and  English,  and  with  flags 
with  stars  and  stripes  or  else  Union  Jacks  all 
over  it;  and  whenever  they  came  to  a  French 


134      LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  ICH.  xvi 

sentry,  or  afterwards  to  a  Prussian,  they  were 
stopped  till  he  called  his  corporal,  who  looked 
at  their  papers  and  let  them  go  on.  Mr. 
Seaman  had  taken  charge  of  Leonidas,  and 
given  him  the  best  dinner  he  had  eaten  for  a 
long  time,  but  as  he  was  going  to  Blois  to 
other  hospitals,  he  could  not  keep  the  boy 
with  him  ;  so  he  had  put  him  in  charge  of  a 
friend  who  was  going  to  London,  to  send  him 
down  to  Mrs.  Bunker. 

Fear  of  Lucy's  rash  was  pretty  well  over 
now,  and  she  was  to  go  home  in  a  day  or  two ; 
so  the  children  were  allowed  to  be  together, 
and  they  enjoyed  it  very  much.  Lucy  told 
about  her  dreams,  and  Leonidas  had  a  good 
deal  to  tell  of  what  he  had  really  seen  on  his 
travels.  They  wished  very  much  that  they 
could  both  see  one  of  these  wonderful  dreams 
together,  only — what  should  it  be? 


Oh  !  such  a  din  ! 


fife  137. 


CH.  XVII.]  LITTLE  LUCY'S  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.    137 


CHAPTER  XVII. 

THE    DREAM  OF  ALL  NATIONS. 

WHAT  should  it  be?  She  thought  of  Arabs 
with  their  tents  and  horses,  and  Leonidas  told 
her  of  Red  Indians  with  their  war-paint,  and 
little  Negroes  dancing  round  the  sugar-boiling, 
till  her  head  began  quite  to  swim  and  her  ears 
to  buzz  ;  and  all  the  children  she  had  seen  and 
she  had  not  seen  seemed  to  come  round  her, 
and  join  hands  and  dance.  Oh,  such  a  din ! 
A  little  Highlander  in  his  tartans  stood  on  a 
whisky-barrel  in  the  middle,  making  his  bagpipes 
squeal  away;  a  Chinese  with  a  bald  head  and 
long  pigtail  beat  a  gong,  and  capered  with  a 


138  LITTLE  LUCY'S  [CHAP. 

solemn  face;  a  Norwegian  herd-boy  blew  a 
monstrous  bark  cow-horn ;  an  Indian  juggler 
twisted  snakes  round  his  neck  to  the  sound  of 
the  tom-tom ;  and  Lucy  found  herself  and 
Leonidas  whirling  round  with  a  young  Dutch 
planter  between  them,  and  an  Indian  with  a 
crown  of  feathers  upon  the  other  side  of  her. 

"Oh!"  she  seemed  to  herself  to  cry,  "what 
are  you  doing?  how  do  you  all  come  here?" 

"We  are  from  all  the  nations  who  are  friends 
and  brethren,"  said  the  voices ;  "  we  all  bring 
our  stores:  the  sugar,  rice,  and  cotton  of  the 
West;  the  silk  and  coffee  and  spices  of  the 
East ;  the  tea  of  China ;  the  furs  of  the  North : 
it  all  is  exchanged  from  one  to  the  other,  and 
should  teach  us  to  be  all  brethren,  since  we 
cannot  thrive  one  without  the  other." 

"  It  all  comes  to  our  country,  because  we  are 
clever  to  work  it  up,  and  send  it  out  to  be 
used  in  its  own  homes,"  said  the  Highlander; 
"it  is  English  and  Scotch  machines  that  weave 
your  cottons,  ay,  and  make  your  tools." 


XVII.]  WONDERFUL   GLOBE.  139 

"No;  it  is  America  that  beats  you  all,"  cried 
Leonidas;  "what  had  you  to  do,  but  to  sit 
down  and  starve,  when  we  sent  you  no  cotton  ? " 

"  If  you  send  cotton,  'tis  we  that  weave  it," 
cried  the  Scot 

Lucy  was  almost  afraid  they  would  come  to 
blows  over  which  was  the  greatest  and  most 
skilful  country.  "It  cannot  be  buying  and  sell- 
ing that  make  nations  love  one  another,  and 
be  peaceful,"  she  thought.  "Is  it  being  learned 
and  wise?" 

"But  the  Prussian  boys  are  studious  and 
wise,  and  the  French  are  clever  and  skilful, 
and  yet  they  have  that  dreadful  war:  I  wonder 
what  it  is  that  would  make  and  keep  all  these 
countries  friends!" 

And  then  there  came  an  echo  back  to  little 
Lucy:  "For  out  of  Zion  shall  go  forth  the 
Law,  and  the  word  of  the  Lord  from  Jerusalem. 
And  He  shall  judge  among  the  nations,  and 
shall  rebuke  many  people ;  and  they  shall  beat 
their  swords  into  ploughshares,  and  their  spears 


140    LITTLE  LUCY'S   WONDERFUL  GLOBE.  [CH.  XVH. 

into  pruning-hooks :  nations  shall  not  lift  up  sword 
against  nation,  neither  shall  they  war  any 
more." 

Yes;  the  more  they  learn  and  keep  the  law 
of  the  Lord,  the  less  there  will  be  of  those 
wars.  To  heed  the  true  law  of  the  Lord  will 
do  more  for  peace  and  oneness  than  all  the 
cleverness  in  book-learning,  or  all  the  skilful 
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trated, ix  +  441  pages. 

A  book  which  will  delight  every  normal  boy.  Jim  is  a  city  lad 
who  learns  from  an  older  cousin  all  the  lore  of  outdoor  life  — 
trapping,  shooting,  fishing,  camping,  swimming,  and  canoeing. 
The  author  is  a  well-known  writer  on  outdoor  subjects. 

SEXTON.  STORIES  OF  CALIFORNIA.  By  Ella  M.  Sexton. 
12mo.  Illustrated,  x  +  211  pages. 

Twenty-two  stories  illustrating  the  early  conditions  and  the 
romantic  history  of  California  and  the  subsequent  development 
of  the  state. 

SHARP.  THE  YOUNGEST  GIRL  IN  THE  SCHOOL.  By  Evelyn 
Sharp.  12mo.  Illustrated,  ix  +  326  pages. 

Bab,  the  "  youngest  girl,"  was  only  eleven  and  the  pet  of  five 
brothers.  Her  ups  and  downs  in  a  strange  boarding  school  make 
an  interesting  story. 

SPARKS.  THE  MEN  WHO  MADE  THE  NATION:  AN  OUTLINE 
OF  UNITED  STATES  HISTORY  FROM  1776  TO  1861.  By 

Edwin  E.  Sparks.     12mo.     Illustrated,     viii  +  415  pages. 

The  author  has  chosen  to  tell  our  history  by  selecting  the  one 
man  at  various  periods  of  our  affairs  who  was  master  of  the  situ- 
ation and  about  whom  events  naturally  grouped  themselves. 
The  characters  thus  selected  number  twelve,  as  "Samuel  Adams, 
the  man  of  the  town  meeting"  ;  "Robert  Morris,  the  financier  of 
the  Revolution";  "Hamilton,  the  advocate  of  stronger  govern- 
ment," etc.,  etc. 


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